The Golden Sun Sect disciples erupted in laughter. "Rules are for the weak," the leader scoffed. "We make our own rules."
The man's expression remained unchanged. "Then you will face the consequences."
He drew his sword, the blade gleaming with a cold light. Taken aback by his defiance, the Golden Sun Sect disciples drew their own weapons, their faces contorted with rage.
A tense silence descended upon the plaza as the two sides faced off. The crowd watched with bated breath, sensing the imminent clash.
Yun Lintian was surprised as he stared at the mysterious man. He could feel the man's sword intent deep within his own body. It was terrifying, much more powerful than Yang Chen's.
"A sword master, huh?" Nantian Fengyu looked at the man with detached interest. She was eager to find an opponent to test her strength.
