"Martial arts sect disciples, jump off the Dark Wall!"
Wang Chongyang stood on the Dark Wall. As he watched Song Yubai and the others argue, he shouted.
Shortly after, disciples from various martial arts sects, dressed in Daoist robes and other attire, leaped down from the Dark Wall.
Even though it was more than 10 meters tall, no one hesitated.
Upon hearing Wang Chongyang's words, Song Yubai and company stared at him solemnly.
None of the three of them had expected Wang Chongyang to be so disrespectful. While the three of them were discussing who should deal with the foreign races, he commanded the martial arts sect disciples to rush out.
"Wang Chongyang, I need an explanation!"
Song Yubai looked at Wang Chongyang and said in a serious tone.
"General Song, we don't need the generals to take action against the foreign race. Leave it to our martial arts sect."
