Xiao Ye stood atop the village gate wall like a spear, his eyes coldly overlooking from above.
Twenty Blood Wolf Guards, a short hundred paces from the village gate, were mounted on their tall horses, blatantly hurling insults with faces full of scorn.
"Ha ha, a village of cowards will always be a village of cowards. And that Xiao Tianxiong, what nonsense about being a Postnatal Realm Ninth Layer strongman. He's just dreadfully afraid of our Boss. I cursed at him to his face, yet he didn't even dare to let out a fart!"
"Guangzi, I've yelled myself hoarse. Let's go back, have some drinks to soothe our throats, and come back tomorrow to continue berating them." The arrogant voices of the Blood Wolf Guards, amplified by True Qi, carried far into the village.