The scorching sun hung high in the sky.
Sichuan Province.
A region of towering mountains and vast plains.
Western Alliance.
Within a massively sprawling base, surrounded by walls.
The night before had been cataclysmic.
Old Zhuang, an adherent of Gan Xiong for many years, knew well the styles of Gan Xiong's actions.
Inactive until the moment to strike, then thunderous in approach, he would stop at nothing to root out his targets completely.
The pressure on him was immense. The Zhang Family had numerous members, and to eliminate them without causing too large a disturbance was undoubtedly a task of extreme difficulty.
He organized their elite personnel, lying in ambush around the area.
Old Zhuang had arranged a meeting with the current head of the Zhang Family, Zhang San.
Under the cover of night, the slaughter unfolded in the darkness.
Zhang San had never expected that Gan Xiong, the founder of the Western Alliance, would harbor such immense animosity towards him.