"You wench, you're asking for death!"
Wang Batian stood a towering one meter eighty-nine, with a robust physique akin to that of an ox, and a vicious scar across his face.
Clad in golden armor, he fixed his gaze on Ji Wanyu and cursed coldly before turning to instruct someone behind him, "Second brother, go and see what this wench is made of."
"Understood!"
A man licked the corner of his mouth and, armed with a black trident, stepped onto the air.
This man actually possessed the cultivation level of the initial stage of Core Formation, a master in his own right, yet here he was, playing bandit in the river.
Regardless of the era, opposing the official residence to gain profit was always the most foolish, most desperate act.
Given his cultivation level, he could have easily found a better job in any province.
He sneered at Ji Wanyu, "I am Sun... the Second in Command of the Milky Way Gang..."
Before he could finish speaking, Ji Wanyu sent a sword strike his way.
