Cain, his calm demeanor unruffled by the sudden appearance of their attackers, smiled with a hint of amusement.
"I don't recognize your robes," he remarked, his voice carrying the weight of his cultivation. "Another Seven Star Holy Land, I presume? Have you come to graciously offer us a soul contract as well?"
His disdain was palpable, the memory of the geniuses from the Divine Frostburn Sect still fresh in his mind.
The atmosphere crackled with tension, the very air seeming to vibrate with barely restrained power as Cain, Kali, and Luo Na faced off against the Sage Star Sword disciples.
The leader of the group, a Late Stage Heavenly Venerate, sneered at them, his face a twisted mask of malice and contempt.
