"Big brother, don't waste words on this boy, he should have quite a lot of silver on him, after all, that Howling Moon Wolf could sell for thirty or forty thousand."
"Right, kill this boy, and he's bound to have silver banknotes on him!"
The two Black Scarf Thieves exchanged a glance, greed evident in their eyes, and, flanking from the left and right, they lunged at Ling Xiao with long swords in hand.
Martial Artists of the Martial Veins Third Layer working together certainly presented an imposing momentum, their blades tearing through the air and whipping up gusts of wind.
"Ignorant fools!"
Ling Xiao sneered, disdainful. If it had been before his breakthrough, he would have indeed been somewhat apprehensive, but today?
He just happened to be able to take these two Black Scarf Thieves and claim a reward.
As the attackers closed in, Ling Xiao's feet lightly shifted, and in the next moment, he gracefully leapt up, landing behind them.
"Kid, if you're capable, don't run!"
