"Deputy Pavilion Master Su Yunming of the God-Slaying Pavilion, leading the members of our pavilion, pays respects to the seniors of the Chang'an Mountain Gate and the Sword Immortal Tomb," Su Yunming said, slightly bowing his body, fists clasped together.
The people behind him also bent down.
Although they knew the visitors bore no good intentions, the strength of the opponents was plain to see, and the people of the God-Slaying Pavilion could only endure.
"Pays respects?"
The man from the Sword Immortal Tomb who had spoken earlier sneered coldly, "A mere Ninth-Rate Sect dares to tell us from the Sword Immortal Tomb that you've 'paid respects'? What you should be doing is kneeling, not just paying respects, understand?"
"Buzz~"
As his words fell, a tremendous pressure suddenly burst forth from him, like a dark cloud pressing down towards the people of the God-Slaying Pavilion.
"Whoosh!"
A light barrier rose from outside the city walls, blocking the oppressive force.
"Hmm?"
