Chasing Light City, suburb, White Feather Shop.
In the not-so-large cultivation room on the top floor, more than twenty martial artists with qi and blood leaking out of their bodies, almost becoming tangible, were gathered, making Mans, who had just advanced to an Initial Stage Martial Artist, feel an immense sense of pressure.
"Gang Leader, who are these people?" Mans looked at the martial artists in the room, all wearing black cloaks and masks to completely conceal their faces, his heart full of astonishment.
Even though the appearances of these martial artists were concealed, judging from their qi and blood, the weakest among them were probably Middle Tier Martial Artists, and the formidable ones might have surpassed the Middle Tier.
With over twenty martial artists gathered together like this, they could easily extinguish the White Feather Gang, which currently had no more than eight martial artists, without any problem at all.
