"Heh heh heh, it seems now that everyone wants the Black Wind Village Chief dead, Master Fang Zheng, even as a Martial Arts Grandmaster of Shaolin, you can't make this decision alone, can you?"
A dark-clothed, cane-bearing elder from Qianluo Mountain City said with a smile.
He was always full of himself, rarely finding anyone worthy of his attention.
But the people who appeared here now, those from Hua Mountain Sect and Songshan Sect were one thing, but Fang Zheng and Xuanming Two Elders were individuals he could not afford to take lightly.
"Killing a mere Black Wind Village Chief has turned into a grand event, attracting such noble presences, making such a stir, it's almost giving him too much honor!"
The sword-bearing, frosty man laughed and said, "Since you're all so interested, why not make a move now, lest the night breeds more dreams?"
At these words, everyone's expression changed, even Fang Zheng stared at Jiang Dali, silent, as if contemplating the timing to strike.
