And the few sentinels in the Ziyun Pavilion knew the officials of Tianxiang City all too well.
Despite the visitors having the strength of fifth-tier epic power, each of them was a coward, fearing death immensely.
Now, they pressed forward with numbers on their side, but when truly confronted, they would cower without fail. Not one would be willing to stand out and be an example.
"The third-class border patrol officer, wasn't he sent to the Land of the Dead by your Tianxiang City?"
With a light wave of the hand, a wave of death's aura poured forth, directly lifting the roof off Ziyun Pavilion.
Everything inside Room Three was immediately displayed before the eyes of these fifth-tier epic warriors.
An icy voice emanated from one of the two seated men, laced with an intense, murderous coldness.
The fifth-tier epics hovering a hundred meters away broke into cold sweats as they fixed their eyes on Zi Liyuan.
