Red-scaled King and the elites of Red God Valley were very infuriated, particularly the Red-scaled King. As a young sovereign of his generation, he had never experienced such frustration.
He had barely entered Black Sky Plain when he encountered an attack by bandits.
The prestigious Immortal Sacred Land of Red God Valley had actually been ambushed by bandits; such a thing had never happened before, and it was simply a joke.
But that wasn't all. Those bandits, to the majestic Red-scaled King, didn't pose much of a threat. They were merely a group of slightly stronger ants that could be slain without much effort.
Bandits were just bandits after all, lowly Cultivators who were not worth mentioning.
What infuriated him the most was that he seemed to have become the enemy of all the bandits in the Black Sky Plain. He didn't understand what was happening, yet in one day, he had encountered attacks from no fewer than twenty bands of bandits.