"Bang!"
The people from another plane formed up as well.
They wore matching fitted black outfits, with Chun Prefecture Emblems on their chests.
A young man and woman stood at their head.
Neither was very old, but their eyes were like wolf cubs'.
The boy's hands were shrouded in thick smoke.
The girl carried a longbow taller than she was.
"Black Mountain Town!"
"Here!"
"CNM, everyone says we're Eighth Master's direct line. Our boss got beaten into this fucking state. Does that make us look good?"
Third Uncle turned back coldly.
The men of Black Mountain Town did not answer.
They silently drew the short knives at their waists.
They were all seething. Their boss being in this state was a slap straight across Chun Prefecture's face.
"Let your blades do the talking."
The woman's long hair fluttered, her gaze fixed on Old Ninth, her face frosty.
"Whoever they are, anyone holding a blade in front of Eighth Master dies."
"CNM, show these foreigners how Chun Prefecture's Eighth Master rolls!"
"Think you can bully Brother Nine because he has no brothers? Move!"
At that command,
the Black Mountain Town men joined False Eye's forces and marched toward the battlefield with surging momentum.
Their killing intent overflowed.
They numbered fewer than a hundred, yet they advanced with the force of thousands.
Their fierce killing intent made the Alliance soldiers retreat involuntarily.
"Bang!"
"Brother Thirteen!"
Beside the last plane,
the Pao Ge members in short black jackets finished assembling.
The young man leading them had multicolored hair and a deity tattooed on his left arm. He shouted swaggeringly at Thirteen, "We're here!"
"Motherfuckers, you ganged up on our young Boss! Do you think all us Pao Ge boys are fucking dead?"
"This is our first fight in the Alliance. Show them