My Condolences, I'll Offer Some Incense for You

"You're from the Sword Heart Gang?" The leader of the group took out his blade and pointed it at Ling Chuxi and the others.

"So what if I am?" Gongxi Kuangdao took a step forward and spoke to them disdainfully. There were very few people in this world who were more arrogant than Gongxi Kuangdao.

Gongxi Kuangdao was in a bad mood when he saw his opponent's blade. He actually dared to show off his blade in front of the members of his clan. Did he really not know what their clan did for a living?

He wanted to pull out his own blade to show him what a real blade was, but when he reached for his, he touched nothing. Only then did he remember that his blade had been turned into scrap metal. He casually reached out for his subordinate's blade, but when he turned around, his men had already gone far away.

"How disloyal." Gongxi Kuangdao took back his hand resentfully and glared at them.