"Humph!"
Er Gou's cold laugh echoed as a frosty intent to kill filled his gaze.
He then waved his whip, pointing towards a nearby mountain villager.
"Since you refuse to hand over the refined ore, don't blame me for being ruthless!"
Er Gou's voice carried the scent of the grim reaper.
No sooner had he spoken, than a bandit rushed out.
"Whoosh!"
The large knife in his hand flashed a cold light under the sun, directly chopping towards the villager.
"Puchi!"
The villager had no time to react and fell into a pool of blood.
"No!"
Master Zhang roared in anger.
His eyes turned bloodshot immediately, knowing Er Gou was showcasing his might.
Meanwhile, some young men from Stone Village rushed towards Er Gou.
But as soon as a few young men rushed forward, Er Gou's henchmen, hidden a distance away, charged over.
"Hyah hyah hyah..."
"Oh ho..."
There were over thirty of these bandits.
This made them about evenly matched with the young men from Stone Village.
