The yellowing lights were coming on, and the figures under the moon were indistinct.
A line of five Martial Generals, one Grandmaster, and a dashing Young Master from a wealthy family—it was certainly a formidable lineup.
The elderly man protecting Xu Shilang, though somewhat hunched, was full of vigor. His piercing eyes, when they landed on Wang Zhan, were as sharp as a viper's fangs.
Seeing the encircling formation reforming, Xu Shilang's originally tense mood finally calmed. He watched with interest as Wang Zhan was about to be driven into a corner.
"I wonder, can several dogs at the Martial General Realm kill you? Boy, don't blame me for being merciless; blame your own audacity for daring to disrespect me. In Jing State City, nobody ever dares to disrespect me."
