On a big tree looking like a crooked-neck tree on the outskirts of Lingyun City, a dozen figures swayed in the evening breeze, occasionally hosting some insects or birds that landed momentarily, followed by angry curses.
"Qi Ning, hurry and get me down. When my grandpa gets here, I guarantee you won't even have a corpse left!"
"You royal bastards, if you've got the guts, let us down! Our Lingyun Sect will make sure your Royal Family is filled with corpses!"
The disciples of Lingyun Sect were being tough with their words, but their bodies remained paralyzed. Apart from barely being able to use their mouths to curse a bit, they had almost lost all ability to move. They could only continue to curse and swear.
However, their words got no response.
Four sneaky figures hid in a grass haystack, in front of them was an anti-materiel sniper rifle. Zhang Menglong had special plans for tonight, but evidently, the plans had not started yet, so he was looking for some entertainment.
