"Patriarch, we're here!"
The guards of the various large families who were guarding nearby rushed over from all directions. There were nearly a thousand of them!
Moreover, these guards were all martial artists, and the weakest of them had the cultivation of the Postnatal realm!
"Good, haha, good!"
He Yunshan burst into laughter.
The others present also smiled, feeling very confident.
"Yang Luo, I know you're good at fighting!" He Jia Hao sneered.
But so what?
We have so many people here, and we also have the elders and guardians of the Xuanyin Sect, as well as the guards of the Pei family. What do you have to fight with us?"
"Bastard, do you really think a country bumpkin like you can fight against us?" He Yilin, who was sitting in a wheelchair, laughed sinisterly.
You're simply overestimating yourself!"
" Haha!" Zhao Tianheng also laughed heartily and said," Yang Luo, your death date has arrived!"
