Zhao Wuliang stole a magical treasure from the Demon Sect and fled with his men, and Bai Xiyue's words left Zhao Wuliang and his group dumbfounded.
"I don't want to waste words with you, Zhao Wuliang. If you hand over the item willingly today, I'll leave you a whole corpse, and let all your people go. If you don't, all of you will die!"
Bai Xiyue's ruthless words stunned the traitors of the Demon Sect.
Zhao Wuliang sneered coldly, "Since you've put it that way, we have nothing more to say."
"Hmph, Bai Xiyue, do you really think just the four of you can wipe out all of us, dozens strong? You're too naive! Back then, my strength wasn't much worse than yours. Now... heh heh, I've obtained the Black Dragon Staff. Do you think you can still crush me like before?"
Zhao Wuliang laughed coldly, then suddenly his expression changed: "Strike first, brothers, take them down!"
With a wave of his hand, dozens of Zhao Wuliang's followers moved out!
