With his black hair flying and clad in iron armor, the man who held a blood-dripping War Sword had no hint of emotion in his eyes, which were exceedingly cold, as if he did not see them as human beings at all but treated them like deadwood to be chopped down.
"Whoosh," everyone stepped back to both sides, and no one dared to block his path any longer.
Xiao Chen dragged his blood-streaked War Sword, the bloody swordtip not only carving a terrifying deep groove in the black Crystal Stone-paved ground but also leaving behind a shocking trail of blood. He stepped up the highest flight of stairs and walked toward the interior of the Tiger Fortress.
The bell rang loudly, the alarm within the Tiger Fortress sounding continuously.
A large number of masters rushed out.
This was the rule of the Tiger Family, whenever a sudden incident occurred, fighters from all positions must drop whatever they were doing and come to aid.
