C422 The People of the Ancient Fist Sect

"You're quite formidable, indeed. My brothers' deaths at your hands are hardly unjust." The man didn't respond to Ren Haoyue's inquiry, instead, he spoke through clenched teeth with a venomous tone.

"Hmm?" Ren Haoyue's brow furrowed slightly.

He mentioned that two of his senior brothers had perished by his hand, yet Ren Haoyue couldn't recall such an event