This Xu Gan was Xu Mao's eldest son.
The Xu Lineage had been destroyed, its members slaughtered.
Xu Gan and Third Master Xu had escaped under the protection of five or six guards, only to encounter this gang along the way.
Third Master Xu and most of the others had been killed. Xu Gan had only been accepted into the gang after kneeling and begging for mercy, pointing to his considerable strength, and claiming he could devise strategies for them. Finally, he had killed two dying guards as his pledge of allegiance.
Resentment filled his heart, but he dared not show it. He had even offered his smiling face for them to slap, desperate to survive.
Their leader was at the houtian peak, and several others were First-Class Martial Artists.
With the hundreds of able-bodied men they had gathered, they could potentially slaughter even prominent lineages that had no xiantian expert presiding over them.
Xu Gan himself was a Second-Rate Martial Artist. Having offered quite a few good ideas, he had steadily risen through the bandits' ranks until he occupied the sixth position.
Earlier.
Xu Gan had gone hunting in the mountains with some companions. Passing through Dongxi Village, he had seen the peace of the Xu Household and thought of his own lineage's tragic fate.
Bitterness had welled up in his heart.
But he hated this gang even more. They had buried the Xu Lineage's last hope of rising again.
So he had told his companions about the Xu Household, stirring the greed in their hearts.
That was what had led to the scene just now.
As for the plan he had proposed, it was entirely feasible.
With this gang's strength, destroying an ordinary aristocratic clan was possible.
But he also knew how unfathomable the Xu Household was.
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