Heartless!

"Kill Them! Kill Them All!"

"Yeah!!!~~"

The gallant screams of all 40 Thieves resounded as they quickly picked their targets amongst Miroku's group, ready to give it their all.

"Quick! Quick! Everyone, stand back to back in a circle! It's the only way we can defend safely."

Right!

Miroku didn't know who had voiced their idea, but amidst the chaos, his body moved according to the person's suggestion.

"Father, are you alright?"

Yangku forced a smile through his anxious lips while taking out his weapon: "Never been better, son. Hey! Old men! What about you guys?"

The other villagers grinned: "Who are you calling old? Just look at our Handsome faces? How can you look at this body and dare call us old?"

Their faces had now been changed to that of the characters they modified. From hair to eye color and height, they looked majestically good-looking. So what did Yangku mean by saying they were old?