"Ha, truly out of breath, let's kill our way back, kill our way back."
"Kill, kill, kill, let these bastards know how formidable we are."
Heaving with their companions, the bounty hunters turned around and surged back, only to find the Tang Clan Martial Ancestors gathered around an old man's corpse, their eyes red with killing intent.
"The Great Elder is not dead!"
Someone shouted first, as the bloodshot-eyed Tang Clan Martial Ancestors confronted the bounty hunters head-on.
In the first clash, the Bounty Guild was dumbfounded, these opponents, whom they knew all too well, suddenly unleashed astonishing combat power.
The Bounty Guild retreated in defeat, losing even faster than when Tang Siyuan was still alive, like a distant white line by the lakeside during tide watching, only to realize it was a massive wave sweeping in upon a closer look, but by then, it was too late to escape!
