"Die, intruders."
Figures that were seven, eight meters tall suddenly appeared from above the city walls. Their aura was immense and they likely had at least a cultivation of a martial arts grandmaster. The person at the helm seemed to have reached the level of an infinite powerhouse. These people were not human; they were using Ling Feng defensive methods. Mo Wen and Gu Jingman were in seclusion. They currently had the highest cultivation in the entire Ming Palace. No matter what happened, they would be standing at the forefront.
A man was not actually someone from the Ming Preservation Faction, so there was no need for him to be involved in such a grudge. However, Mo Wen had once saved his life so there was no way he could not repay this debt of gratitude.
"Do these measly bunch of martial arts grandmasters dare block our path? They're really looking for death."
