Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
Following the drifting voice, under Hong Lei's command, countless field Colonels swiftly drew their saber from their waists.
The bright gleaming blades formed a continuous shine.
No words needed, the chilling intent to kill suddenly enveloped the entire Vajra Gate!
The numerous disciples kept retreating in fear, looking towards the youth casually sitting on the stone steps. With just one sentence, he intended to erase Vajra Gate from Qingzhou, a force faintly on the rise to second-rate?
Light finally shone from within the towering Pagoda.
The tightly closed doors were quickly pushed open, and an old man with a white beard wearing a monk's robe hurried out. In his hands, he led two young men with buzz cuts, bound tightly with hemp rope, covered in wounds, their faces pale and hopeless.
It was Monk Benxin from Vajra Gate.
