In the high skies,
Ye Feng sheathed his sword and began a free fall. Amidst the gaze of an enthralled crowd, he landed in the center of the street, shattering the cobblestones beneath his feet before steadying himself.
"It's over," Ye Feng said, looking at the onlookers as he spoke softly.
"Sect Master, are you alright?" The disciples crowded around him, their faces filled with concern.
Brother Flathead stood to one side, a speechless expression on his face, seemingly frustrated about not being able to fight.
The sect leaders' expressions changed dramatically as they stared at the oddly dressed Brother Flathead.
"Such a strong aura!"
"This is actually a Lower Rank Tiger General!"
"I remember now, it was one of the High-rank Demon Soldier Level Demonic Beasts from the eastern marshes of the city, which mysteriously vanished. It turns out it became the Mountain Guardian Spirit Beast of the Misty Sect and even advanced to the rank of Tiger General!"
