The clothing on this group of people is mostly ragged, yet each of them wields a sword or saber, brimming with evil qi!
Leading the group are two individuals: one is a bald, burly man with a tiger's back and a bear's waist, wielding a Ghost Head Saber. Though it is clearly winter, he only wears a single layer of clothing, his muscles bulging like iron and stone.
Just by standing there simply, he exudes a strong presence.
In the crowd, he feels quite like a crane among chickens!
The other is a lean, middle-aged man, holding a curved saber with a sinister glare, like that of a venomous snake.
"I am Yang Han, a steward of Jade Cauldron Tower!"
Yang Han steps forward a few paces, looks at the bald giant, and suppresses his anger to speak in a deep voice:
"Are you, by any chance, the boss of the Black Wind bandits, Iron Tiger?"
"Yes, it's me!" The bald man grins, revealing a mouthful of white teeth.
