While thousands of martial artists were at a tense stalemate against the one hundred ships from the evil cult, more than one hundred Song House members surged into the hall of Song House swiftly from the inner mansion. They had their weapons drawn and were ready to fight against the twelve men and women who had arrived at the center of the hall uninvited. These people practically had evil rolling off them in waves, and the atmosphere was so tense that it had practically frozen.
"Is this how the grand Song House treats its guests?"
These twelve evil cult elites stood at the hall. When they faced more than one hundred Song House elite disciples, they showed no trace of nervousness, and they were so relaxed that they looked as if they were taking a stroll in their yard. They would either look around or smile as they watched the group of Song House elites flood into the hall.
