Leng Yue and the Blood Cloth Guards heard the voices of the Hell's Gate Sect Leader and others, stealing a glance amidst the chaos.
A Blood Cloth Guard puzzledly asked:
"Commander, why are those fools not killing the enemy at Ximen but coming here to yell like a cheer squad?"
The shouts of battle were too intense around them, coupled with the distance, making it impossible for Leng Yue and the Blood Cloth Guards to hear what the Hell's Gate Sect Leader and his men were shouting.
At a glance, the Hell's Gate Sect Leader and others waving and shouting did indeed look like onlookers cheering.
"A bunch of idiots, they've almost run out of martial prowess and came to watch the show here instead. Don't bother with them," Leng Yue said expressionlessly.
Watch the show?
The Blood Cloth Guards sneered!
Let them witness the might of Huang Quan's personal guards!
The Hell's Gate Sect Leader and others exchanged glances, Bruce said:
"They're ignoring us, what should we do?"
