The Cultivators of the Longwu Marketplace Law Enforcement Team exchanged glances, intimidated by Peng Menglin's long-established authority, and hesitated to make a move.
Yang Jing shot them a sideways glance, then took out his Demon Patrol Envoy token and glared at the Law Enforcement Team members present.
"What are you waiting for? Move!"
That command, combined with the three grotesque heads on the ground, was the last straw. The Cultivators of the Law Enforcement Team surged forward and surrounded Peng Menglin.
Peng Menglin's eyes were bloodshot as he stared death at Yang Jing in the sky.
"Yang Jing! Do you really want to fight me to the bitter end?!"
The pressure from his Foundation Establishment Cultivator aura sent the surrounding Law Enforcement Team members scrambling in terror, wishing their parents had given them two more legs. Their pathetic display drew a roar of laughter from the crowd of Independent Cultivators.
