"Hall Master..."
The subordinates dressed in black, initially paralyzed by fear, finally regained their senses and gathered around Zhu Changxiong, yet none dared to face Zhang Xiaoshan directly.
"Cough cough cough..."
Zhu Changxiong felt a mix of anguish and a trace of fear. But amidst his subordinates and numerous Northeast elite figures, he knew he couldn't afford to lose face.
"Kid, I was careless and lost to you, but so what? This is Ha City, our Flying Fox Sect's territory."
"Do you know how powerful we are in the Northeast, our Flying Fox Sect?"
"Born of noble lineage, we are the masters here, dictating with authority. Do you know how many experts we have in our sect?"
"A hundred Qi Condensation experts, over thirty in the Gang Qi Realm, and more than ten Qi Transformation experts. You may be impressive and exceptionally talented, but can you handle so many on your own?"
