At the foot of the stairway, six individuals wearing bamboo hats stood in a row.
All six of them carried long swords, each with a different design, ranging from the cumbersome broadswords to the narrow short swords.
Standing in the cold rain and snowy night, their presence emanated a chilling killing intent.
Master Yun Xin and Li Fengdeng exchanged a glance, their expressions unavoidably turning solemn.
"I don't recognize them," Li Fengdeng quickly shook his head.
At that moment, one of the menacing figures lifted his head, his gaze locking onto Li Fengdeng, and said in a hoarse, gritty voice, "Are you the 'Hongmao Blade' Li Fengdeng?"
Upon hearing these words, Li Fengdeng and the others instantly understood that these six menacing figures didn't actually know him.
The menacing figure who spoke appeared to be in his forties, with a thin, sharp face and piercing eyes, and a neatly trimmed, handsome short beard that seemed to be carefully maintained.
