It was thirty-two against nine. What was supposed to be a one-on-one fight had turned into a group fight in the blink of an eye. Moreover, everyone present was an expert in the great blood refinement realm.
Zhang Dagen looked at the familiar faces with a solemn expression. It was the Li family's second and fourth branches. They were all people he had taught a lesson to in private over the past few years. He had even secretly killed a few of their relatives and close friends.
"Zhang Dagen, you didn't expect this day to come for you, did you?" a one-armed man sneered, waving a huge sickle in his hand. "Back then, when you chopped off one of my hands, I said that I would settle this score one day."
"Today, you're going to pay for killing my son-in-law last year," a middle-aged man with gray hair said in a deep voice.
