The Eighteen Blood-Robed Warriors was an ever-victorious army. They absolutely have the strength to back their reputation. Unfortunately for them, they were nothing before Xiang Shaoyun. It wasn't that they were weak, but Xiang Shaoyun was too strong. Before absolute strength, nothing mattered. 

Xiang Shaoyun stomped on the leader, causing him to cough up a copious amount of blood. His previous arrogance was nowhere to be seen.

"Who sent you? Tell me, and I'll give you an easy death," said Xiang Shaoyun.

"Haha, let's die together then," said the leader. He displayed an attitude befitting of someone who had risen through slaughter. As he roared with...