Le Renkuang heaved a sigh. He picked up the black broadsword with one hand and stepped out of the mountain.
"Roar!"
Roar! Roar!
"Is Young Master finally going to take action?"
"Hahaha! Young Master finally can't hold it in anymore."
"Tsk, tsk. From now on, everybody will know the name of Young Master."
"Chaotic times breed great bandits. Our Young Master's time has come."
The bandits who were fighting fiercely for five days were waiting for this moment. Of course, they knew that they couldn't fight for half a month, but they were looking forward to witnessing the rise of Le Renkuang with their own eyes.
But to their surprise, they suppressed their enemies for five days with their bravery.
"What's wrong? That fatty seems to be going to take action."
"Why are those West Wilderness bandits so excited?"
"What's so special about the Young Master of the God Slaying Bandits?"
