The north wind was rustling and snowflakes were whirling.

On that frozen day, more than a dozen black knights just wore underwear, shivering with cold; they were no longer arrogant.

Ding Hao pursed his lips and thought about how to deal with them.

Killing them was to let them off lightly. After all, more than a dozen people were warriors of the Martial Disciple Realm and the bald person's strength was in the One-apertured Martial Soldier Realm. In ...