In the ancient battlefield, there were very few martial artists of the six major powers level. Now, encountering one, the dark-faced elder couldn't help but feel a retreating intention, but immediately, a trace of greed appeared in his eyes.
"Everyone, don't you want the treasure? These people hog the treasure, they deserve to die!"
The dark-faced elder stopped retreating, shouting at the other martial artists below.
"What he said is right. Everyone, the first thing we need to do now is to join hands and annihilate these black-robed people. As for the treasure's ownership, I, Lei, am willing to share it evenly with everyone."
A dark-skinned burly man stepped out from a dozen people, his presence overwhelming, proposing to the crowd.
"It's Thunder Ring Leg Bai Zang!"
