"Chief!"
"How could it be? The Chief is dead!"
Spotting the body of Black Wind Wolf lying on the ground, the surrounding members of Black Wind Camp exhibited expressions of immense shock.
"Who exactly is this person, to wield such formidable strength!" a stunned bandit from the mountain stronghold said, his eyes fixed on Luo Feng.
"I don't know. But judging by his strength, he's most likely a disciple of the Twelve Golden Palaces. No wonder he scoffed at Elder Cangxuan's proposal."
"Yes, only a disciple of the Twelve Golden Palaces would possess such strength."
The members of Black Wind Camp began whispering among themselves. None of them had imagined that their once lofty Chief, the infamous Black Wind Wolf of the Jianghu, could be slain so easily, especially by a young man.
GULP!
