In Mo Luo City, there were several figures proudly standing above the tall city walls.
Hu Yifeng was wearing a scholarly white robe with his hair hanging loosely behind him. The remaining brothers of the Thirteen Bandits of Mozhou were standing beside him.
"We, the Thirteen Bandits of Mozhou, never once suffered a loss like this. If we ran away like cowards, we would be letting out dead brothers down." Hu Yifeng's eyes were bloodshot and his whole body emanated a vicious air. It was in complete contrast with the way he dressed up.
Only seven brothers remained from the past Thirteen Bandits of Mozhou. Five of them died on the battlefield, in the hands of King Yu's army.
"That black-robed expert in King Yu's army... Even if I have to exchange my life for his, I'll definitely drag him into the underworld together with me."
