Six people stood opposite of them. Five men and a woman, and all of them were Late Divine Core warriors. The leading man seemed to be in his fifties, and he was at the peak of the Divine Core realm, no weaker than Daoist Black. A force like this could really go many places within the Eastern Continent without many obstacles.
These six people also had weird appearances. The woman was carrying a lute, and her hair was tied in a braid that pointing towards the sky. Jiang Chen couldn’t help but relate her to Murong Xiaorou, but this woman was much prettier than her, at least she had a curvy and seductive body. A lute was drawn onto her pretty face, which caused her to look kind of ferocious, but at the same time, giving her a touch of a wild beauty.
The rest of the men also had all kinds of weird appearances, causing people to think they were some upright men.
“Who are these people? What an unusual way to dress! They came here with such great killing intent, I wonder how senior disciple offended them.”
“Senior disciple Jiang’s ability to offend people is just like his talent, superb!”
“These few people seem really strong, but I think senior disciple Jiang should be able to handle them with ease. With his current abilities, no ordinary Late Divine Core warriors are his match.”
All the disciples of the Black Sect were discussing amongst themselves. In the past, if this strong group suddenly came to the Black Sect, they would definitely be frightened to death. But now, with the presence of Jiang Chen, they wouldn’t be scared no matter how strong the enemies were.
“Which one of you is Jiang Chen?”
The woman asked. She had a high vocal pitch that was irritating to the ear. The flute in her hand was reflecting purple ripples underneath the sunshine, it was a powerful combat weapon.
“I am. Why are you looking for me?”
Jiang Chen took a step forward.
“So it’s you who killed Mang Seven. We siblings have come here today to kill you, we will avenge our seventh brother!”