...Rarely kind to others, yet scolded harshly.
Accustomed to being respected, Yancang, the leader of the Seven Heroes, had his mood ruined by a little girl. He had initially intended to save the mother and daughter to leave behind a good tale, but now, all such thoughts vanished. He turned to leave, deciding to let them perish here on their own.
"An uncultured wild girl."
Nong Dayun's face grew cold, and he snorted.
But just as he turned, he saw a streak of dazzling black light flash across the sky and land before him.
Before he could see who it was, a pitch-black Spirit Arm stretched out from the black light, grabbed his throat, and pressed him into the rubble.
"Bang!"
The black light dispersed, and dust filled the air as the slender Tang Luo squatted on Nong Dayun's chest, looking down to ask, "How many martial artists from the Justice Alliance are there in Andong City now?"
"Do you know who I am!"
"Yancang, the leader of the Seven Heroes, Nong Dayun?"
