"The Seven Heroes of True Martial? What's that?"
Fang Lin looked coldly at the seven people standing on top of the beam of light, asking in a bland tone.
Among these seven, the one facing Fang Lin was an old crone. Despite being elderly, she was sprightly, and her face had few wrinkles. It could be vaguely seen that she must have been quite a beauty in her youth.
The old crone said, "We come from True Martial Hall. We have been waiting here for a long time to kill you."
Fang Lin glanced at the old woman and smiled, "So you're from True Martial Hall. But isn't True Martial Hall underestimating me a bit? They don't send the Great Longevity Ones, just seven Minor Longevity Ones to deal with me?"
As he spoke, Fang Lin pointed to the hanging heads below Boundless Mountain and continued, "Among these heads, several are Minor Longevity Ones. Aren't you afraid your heads will also end up hanging there?"
