The Fierce Tiger Gang had dispatched a large force this time, including several hundred of their elite masters, three Hall Masters, and various other experts.
On their way there, they had moved with utmost stealth and caution.
Their departure, however, was far more brazen.
A great, imposing procession.
But just as they were about to reach Wangbei Pass, an unwelcome guest appeared on the road.
The figure was clad in a black robe and hood, their sleeves embroidered with a fiery cloud pattern. Their face was obscured. They stood silently in the middle of the road like a boulder blocking the path.
"Who dares block the path of the Fierce Tiger Gang?"
An enraged roar erupted from the ranks of the Fierce Tiger Gang.
The figure spoke coolly:
"A pack of sick kittens dares to call itself the Fierce Tiger Gang?"
"How dare you!!"
"Insolent!"
The two Hall Masters from before—one old, one young—exchanged a glance and leaped into the air.
