"It's you who refuse to give up until you reach the Yellow River! The Dark Prison has buried countless Eastern masters; this time we're only here to reclaim the bodies of those mighty figures!"
The man holding a black long spear spoke confidently.
"Hah! That was centuries ago, and now you're bringing it up? Don't you find it shameless? Even if they were strong then, would their bodies even remain now?"
The blond man wielding a sledgehammer chuckled coldly twice: "Young ones, I know each of you is rash and skilled, but don't forget, such dangerous places aren't meant for you youngsters to enter. Don't let your life be buried here because of impulsiveness."
"Ridiculous! Elder, don't forget these dangerous places can't be handled by you blond lions; when the Dark Prison resurfaced, it was supported by our Eastern Martial Artists, and what did you blond barbarians do?"
"You!" The middle-aged blond man was obviously furious.
