"Master Liudao Yuan, you've killed seven of my Four Tigers Style disciples and severely wounded two! You've also stolen our Four Tigers Style True Skill heritage and Visualization Map. Today, I demand a blood payment for this blood debt!"
A brawny, robust elder, built like a tiger, stepped out from the crowd. His tone was menacing, his icy eyes fixed intently on Master Liudao Yuan. A fierce and violent aura surged from him.
"Master Liudao Yuan, you rampaged through thirteen Sects in a single night. Many people harbor deep resentment towards you, blaming you... And to think I even stood up and spoke well of you. Is this how you repay me?"
A middle-aged man with sunken cheeks and a goatee stepped forward, his face flushed crimson, trembling with rage as he pointed at Master Liudao Yuan and shouted, "You've slaughtered thirteen of my Spirit Falcon Sect disciples! The only survivor was blinded just for seeing your face… You want our Spirit Falcon Sect's heritage so badly? Fine..."
