The Golden Coin Gang.
Shangguan Jinhong held a cup of clear tea. The Dragon and Phoenix Golden Rings, which had once never left his hands, now lay to one side.
He had already reached the realm of having no rings in his hands but rings in his heart. Even barehanded, he was one of the world's strongest fighters!
"Have they all set out?"
Standing beside him, Jing Wuming nodded slightly. "Zhuge Gang, Xiang Song, Gao Xingkong, and Yan Shuangfei have all set out, each leading the brothers from one Branch Altar. Judging by the time, they should have already destroyed four Branch Altars of the Northern Beggars' Gang and be heading toward the others."
Shangguan Jinhong set down his teacup. "Do you think Jie Feng's death had anything to do with the Sun Moon Holy Cult?"
Jie Feng had barely died before the Sun Moon Holy Cult launched a lightning attack on the Northern Beggars' Gang, destroying several Branch Altars in succession and even wiping out its Main Headquarters. Northern Shaolin and the Wudang Sect had not even had a chance to lend aid.
The world's former largest gang had come crashing down just like that.
He would never believe that Ren Woxing had received no advance information.
Jing Wuming shook his head. "I don't know. According to the information we received, an unparalleled saber wielder killed Jie Feng."
"This man could break Jie Feng's Dog-Beating Staff technique. He should be stronger than Golden Saber Hero Sun Haotong."
Golden Saber Hero Sun Haotong ranked thirteenth on Bai Xiaosheng's Weapons List, and none of those above him used a saber. That was strange.
Jing Wuming had also considered the saber experts of Jianghu. At least within Great Ming, he could think of no one whose saber technique surpassed Sun Haotong's.
Badao