On the black-clad warriors' chests, there was a fierce tiger head pattern, baring its fangs and claws. Just one look at it would make one's heart tremble greatly. Moreover, an obvious blood-soaked aura surrounded these black-clad warriors, their hands stained with many lives.
"This is bad, it's the bandits of Tiger Head Mountain!"
The martial artist in plain clothes beside Chu Ming said, trembling, his face pale with fear and his eyes filled with terror.
"Tiger Head Mountain?"
Chu Ming asked doubtfully, scanning the other members of the trade team and noticing that their faces didn't look good. Even the steward of the trade team, a martial artist at the True Dao Seventh Layer, had his expression turn ugly.
"Tiger Head Mountain is the mountain peak behind these two peaks. There's a group of bandits there, extremely fierce. Any trade team passing by must hand over some spirit stones to be allowed through."
