Then, they saw a tall figure, clad in black martial attire, with disheveled hair, wearing a Rakshasa Mask, walking in slowly.
As he walked, his hands formed claws.
Immediately, a pale white mist emanated from the two corpses, drifting toward the person's hands, and finally absorbed into the skin of his hands.
Witnessing this, Zhou Wutao's eye twitched slightly. He slowly put down the roast suckling pig and wine jar in his hands, stared at Su Que, and demanded:
"Who are you?"
Su Que did not answer Zhou Wutao, but instead coldly swept his eyes from under the mask over Zhou Wutao's table:
"Are you the Eighteen Bandits?"
"Where did this guy come from? Die for me!"
A bandit at the Hall Master level, not weak in martial arts, being of the Qi Blood Realm Fifth Blood, grew agitated seeing Su Que's leisurely demeanor.
He shouted, drew the longsword from his waist, stood up abruptly, and thrust it toward Su Que.
