Listening to those forceful footsteps, the bearded man's heart raced wildly.
Could even forty Blood Wolf Guards not stop that youth's footsteps?
The bearded man peered through the specially crafted crevice in the stone door, only to see the youth, dressed in blood-red mourning clothes, steadily approaching this place.
That upright figure seemed like a peerless divine weapon, intent on piercing through the heavens.
"Kid, once our Boss comes out of seclusion, you're dead!" the bearded man shouted loudly.
Xiao Ye responded indifferently, "You better worry about yourself first."
Forty Blood Wolf Guards might be able to handle ordinary villagers, but they were far from enough to stop Xiao Ye, whose cultivation had already reached the level of the three village chiefs.