The entire street was packed with people, the air feeling heavy, and the Iron Asura warriors surrounded the area closely, leaving no room to escape.
Every Iron Asura was carefully selected, towering and with profound cultivation. Their entire bodies were tightly encased in iron armor, even their faces covered by masks, revealing only a pair of cold eyes, like real demons.
All the Jianghu people felt their scalps tingling, their hearts shaken, silently stepping back, holding their breath, not daring to utter a word.
Eight hundred Iron Asura warriors, hidden for seven or eight years, finally reappeared.
All because of the young man in the arena!
"Is that the Sickness Demon King, Jiang Shi? He doesn't look that different, does he?"
Some Jianghu people murmured to themselves.
"No different? Be careful he doesn't slap you to death, did you see the fate of that Martial Saint-level master just now?"
Next to him, someone's face changed, whispering.
