The tangerine-yellow mountain ranges shrouded in a layer of thin mist, looked like a flowing gauze.
In front of Meihua Village, the crowd was agitated; various complex gazes fell on the green-clad young man who held the fort, and found it hard to look away.
The Head of the Black Dragon Village clenched his teeth in rage, but ironically didn't make a move.
His strength was just slightly superior to his second brother's, but facing Shi Xiaole, he was nothing but a sitting duck.
At this moment, the Head of the Black Dragon Village was even grateful that he had heeded his second brother's words and not rushed here recklessly for revenge; otherwise, the consequences would have been unspeakable.
Thinking of this, he involuntarily turned to the grey-robed man standing behind him.
"Hehehe, young lad, you're pretty strong. How about this: if you work for me, I can spare your dog life."
