Sima Liu Xuan estimated that there were hundreds of black robed men that poured out and each of them were strong.
If it was the former strength of the Sima Clan, they wouldn't end well if they met these people. Although they had more people on their side, such numbers were not important in front of the real masters.
But now, these hundreds of people couldn't affect them much.
"My Lord." Jiang Kun immediately bowed and greeted the man who led this group of black robed men.
"A bunch of rubbish!" The black robed man glared at Jiang Kun contemptuously. Such a little thing couldn't even be done well, if it weren't for the fact that there was a grudge between him and the Sima Clan, he would have immediately swiped his neck!
