"Sir, he's just a petty Huaxia Martial Artist, I can assassinate him with three experts," said a middle-aged man kneeling on one knee.
As soon as he spoke, a massive booming sound echoed throughout the entire village. The Martial Artists in the midst of the village simultaneously looked up, their gazes fixed on the village gate's signboard.
Unbelievably, the signboard, held up by two huge logs, was split in half and fell to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.
"Did someone actually dare to barge into our Qian Family Village?" Qian Xiong of the Qian Family frowned, his eyes flashing with a cold gleam.
At that moment, three figures appeared at the village entrance. A young man stood at the forefront, flanked by two distinctly elegant women, one to his left and one to his right.
The youth, with black hair and black eyes and an ordinary appearance, walked with his hands behind his back.
