The county government's main hall was filled with tension as, apart from Cheng Yue entangled with Lu Fangweng, the other three Gang Qi Realm Elders were feeling a shock deep in their hearts. Their entire cultivation had vanished without a trace, an occurrence so eerie that none of them had ever even heard of such a thing.
However, before they could come to terms with their situation, the air was split by the incoming attacks of three weapons—a blade, a sword, and a whip. Gleaming with the might of nine tigers, these relentless attacks were unleashed by the Hou Family siblings who had been holding back all night.
Hou Yucheng's face bore a sinister smile. With a leap of his robust frame, he yanked out the large blade fastened to his waist. A four-inch beam of light, swift as lightning, streaked out, aiming straight for the man to his left.
