At the very back of the caravan, Xia Changsheng quietly watched the commotion with detached amusement, having no intention of meddling. Besides, this caravan was far from ordinary; if it consisted solely of those Xiantian Realm small fry, they likely wouldn't amount to much.
After exchanging another vicious, hard-fought blow that kicked up a gale of fierce wind, Second Master Ling and the masked leader rapidly put distance between themselves, stood their ground, and said with a solemn expression, "You are the Twelve Thieves of the Bloody Hand?"
Though phrased as a question, his tone was entirely certain.
Chapter 52