No 1 Supreme Warrior

“Haha… The problem isn’t that they made mistakes; everyone is susceptible to making them. They can only blame themselves for their stupidity!” remarked a disciple with a smile. “It was our turn, the Bloodshed Clan, to send our members to guard this area. They were selecting who among us would stand guard at the start of the year. Who would’ve expected those two to hit the muzzle of the gun!”

The smile on this young man’s face froze, however, the moment he finished, all because he saw a group of more than a thousand people in front of them.

Jack and the others stopped in their tracks, equally surprised to notice the other party.

“Why are there so many people here?” The fatty opposite them frowned as he studied Jack and his company. Baffled, the fatty blurted, “That’s not right. We’ve never seen the tokens on them before!”

of something and exclaimed, “This isn’t right… These people aren’t from this area. They might be from the

disciples from the Bloodshed Clan inhaled deeply

for. It looks like they’re

said, “Why should we be afraid? There are only around

high fighting prowess, it won’t matter if there are many of us. On top of that, we only have less than two thousand people!” Titus frowned as he

eyed the other party straight ahead before he noted, “These people should be members of the Bloodshed Clan. Look at their tokens: they’re the same as those two people we killed before. The tokens are maroon-colored and have

their clothing and age, they should be disciples of the Bloodshed Clan, and they might not have a high