The man called Third Master stepped forward and thrust the saber in his hand into the ground with a thud. His ferocious stare swept across the faces of the corps members and he growled, "In this district, who dares to despise our Heaven Defying Bandit Gang?"
Qingyan was furious, but just when she was about to rush forward, Ye Ling raised his hand and stopped her.
He shook his head at Qingyan and turned his eye to the man, "We won't give you a penny!"
Third Master laughed, "I'll see whether you still have the courage to say this then! Come on, beat them! Don't stop until they surrender."
Ye Ling's eyes turned cold and he expressionlessly looked at the laughing Third Master, his face solemn.
These people were not low-level bandits that they could easily chase away, especially this Third Master, who was a god-level spirit cultivator...
"How dare these bandits be so lawless? Let's fight it out with them!"
