Yu Wancheng sneered scornfully, taunting:
"Giving you a chance to live was a sign of respect, but since you refuse to recognize what's good for you, there's nothing left to say. Let your lives as the Yunjiang Four Ghosts witness the rise of the Azure Flood Dragon Association!"
Zhao Beishan stared at Yu Wancheng:
"Only capable of dealing with us, Foundation Establishment Martial Artists, and you think the Azure Flood Dragon Association is fit to rise?"
Yu Wancheng responded, "First, I'll eliminate you weaklings to bring Yunjiang entirely under the control of the Azure Flood Dragon Association. You four ghosts are neither the first nor the last."
"Now, the river is just a few dozen yards away. Do you really think you can keep us brothers here?"
Qian Xishan clenched the knife in his hand.
"A few dozen yards... enough. I was only holding back earlier to offer you a way out, but since you're all so clueless, I might as well send you off to the west,"
