Swish, swish, swish!
As Xu Guang's words fell, under You Chen's lead, countless weapons were drawn from the hands of the Dragon Gate disciples.
The cold gleam reflected the moonlight, forming a dazzling array.
No words were needed; the chilling intent to kill instantly enveloped everything before them.
The invisible might of the Grandmaster surged inward slowly.
Numerous masked assassins from the Dark Tower retreated repeatedly, looking fearfully at the young man standing in front of the Sword Box.
Who exactly is this person? Just one word, and he intends to annihilate the Dark Tower?
Does he even know what he is saying?
Did those people just call him Sect Leader?
"Who exactly are you!?"
...
Inside the main building.
Rong Jin sat quietly in front of two Young Fate Masters, watching the twelve Fate Masters below in their hushed discussions.
Suddenly, someone ran in with small steps.
"Young Fate Master, there's trouble outside."
