"Star Tyrant Gang Xin! Don't think you can bully us just because you have a higher cultivation!" a burly man with a bald head, a monk robe, along with prayer beads on his neck shouted.
His robes were the up to date monk set Bright Heaven, known for being made by the Benevolent Sky Kishibatra, and produced by the great temple Kishibatra lords over - the Sky Sutra.
However, at this point, the monk robe set's usual grandiose could no longer be seen, as it was torn in several places, and covered in blood on the rest.
"That's right! Although this is your place of reign, you shouldn't throw away all facade and steal our treasure! The Righteous faction will definitely not be satisfied with you!" a woman of devilish beauty said.
Her ears were fox-like, and her clothes were also open in an alluring manner. Her usual lumptuous chest could attract onlookers' eyes, however it now had a sword wound running through it.
The set she wore was also a famous set of clothes, called the Looming Night, rumored to strengthen enchantment effects and also speed and agility during the night.
"Star Tyrant Gang Xin! We will not go down without a fight!"
"That's right, you're too much! I shall cause you trouble even if I have to die for it!"
"My sect River Lord's Tribute will not let you off!"
"Let us off in consideration of our reputation Star Tyrant Gang Xin, then things won't have to get out of hand"
Like this, other people in the group also voiced out their opinions, evidently angry with this man called "Star Tyrant Gang Xin". These people also wore famous sets that were up to date with the mainline players.
There was a swordsman, a formation master, an alchemist, puppeteer, and even a beggar.
In many cities, and even in kingdom capitals, this party would garner a people's attention.
Yet, these people were all wounded and had blood coming out from their bodies. It was a shocking sight.
And the culprit? As for the man Star Tyrant Gang Xin himself?
He was a person with violent and ferocious hair. Not just his hair, his beard was also like this. Unified, but also very messy; they looked very sharp, and each strand of hair shined a glow that showcased their resilience and tenacity.
His face resembled that of Emperor Ganishka from Berserk.
As for his clothes, he was in covered in plate armor in some places. Dark, with golden lines running through it. This was a set designed for bare knuckle fighters in ancient times.
Rumors say, the Star Tyrant himself found this while plundering an ancient ruin of the Ji Yu kingdom.
"Bullying you? Let you off? HAHAHA! What can you guys do to me? I am the Star Tyrant of the Wind Ascension kingdom. Coming here, you should've known the consequences of smuggling goods right beneath my eyes!"
Gang Xin's mouth twisted and spat a few words. His words didn't contain respect, and was full of killing intent. The dense killing intent radiated to his surroundings as the party of people felt it.
They instantly flinched, as blood once more started gushing out of their wounds again.
"Hand over that treasure!" Gang Xin's voice reverberated mightily once more. Except this time, no more voices answered.
Silence...
"He... he has already established his Intent!" an alchemist with a monocle over his left eye said, his voice growing weaker as time passed.
"..."
"..." others didn't utter any more words. The result of this robbery was already determined from the start.
Previously, they still had hope that they could escape. After all, they were a full party of 7 people, and each of their fighting standard could be considered impressive compared to the average player.
Compared to them, the Star Tyrant was only a roaming expert. Only recently after he established the Wind Ascension kingdom as his home base did he gain recognition. Even exaggerating his standard, he would only be comparable to a small sect leader.
Yet now, he could even be considered a contender for the large sects.
This was beyond their current capabilities. Right now, they could only bring out their various treasures.
...
Just as they were despairing, a loud ding hit their ears.
[System Notification (Importance level: 0th grade)]
[A Player has triggered a *(&^(**)% Event. All players' soul currently in the game will now be detached from your original world, and transferred over to a new world. The new world will be a true Cultivation World. Everyone's circumstances will be different, so please check your personal inbox for more details.]
"Huh?" almost at the same time, the 8 people currently brawling all stopped what they were doing. Not just them, everyone in the world stopped.
'Is this a joke?'
"Is this a joke?" everyone thought. After all, they never heard of an event being evaluated less than 2nd grade, and the last time said 2nd grade event happened, a whole dynasty stopped existing, along with countless other sects, monasteries, and associations.
Yet right now, they had skipped the 1st grade altogether and hopped to 0th grade. Not to mention, the details of the event was even more shocking.
They were being told that they would no longer exist in their current world? And get transmigrated?
Was this possible?!
As everyone's mind blanked out, a voice was uttered "The log out button is gone".
Not just the party of 7, even Gang Xin stopped what he was doing, and checked his interface.
[Name: Gang Xin
Cultivation: Nascent Soul (81% formed)
Status: Healthy (slightly injured)
Personal Inbox(1)
Check Inventory]
Indeed, the log out button, which used to be right beneath "Check Inventory" was nowhere to be seen. And instead, there was a new notification on Gang Xin's inbox.
Curious and dreadful about the new event, he clicked on it.
"Gang Xin? Poor boy?"