The riders were all burly men with fierce faces.
They had bows and arrows slung across their backs and carried broadswords at their waists, starting to curse loudly from a distance, acting arrogantly and domineeringly.
Upon hearing this, Sha Lifei was not pleased at all and glared back while cursing, "Which bastard from which path are you, not knowing enough to watch your dirty mouth when you make a living in this world?"
These men were dressed, clearly not like ordinary folk.
Li Yan and the others coldly watched, their bodies radiating an evil qi.
"Stop!"
Seemingly recognizing they were not easy to provoke, the man waved his hand to stop his followers and surveyed them with a cold gaze, asking in a deep voice, "Which path do you all come from?"
Sha Lifei snorted coldly, "From the lands of the Qin Emperor (Guanzhong), with eyes bright and sharp (knowing the rules of the pugilistic world), I wouldn't do something distasteful!"
