Although this new voice was not loud, Martial Dragon’s sharp gaze immediately locked onto its origin.
In the direction Martial Dragon was looking at, a plain-looking man in armor slowly emerged the warring crowd.
Despite so many players focusing on killing each other, nobody had bothered to attack this man. It was as if none of these people had noticed him. Everyone was still focused on dealing with their own opponents.
Only when this man’s black sword pierced through the backs of the Dragon-Phoenix Pavilion’s elites, did these elites notice the man’s existence. By then, however, it was too late.
Since the war had begun, nobody had noticed that this ordinary-looking man had killed many War Dragon legionnaires and Dragon-Phoenix Pavilion elites. He was practically a god of silent death.
“One-hit Asura!” Surprise and excitement filled Martial Dragon’s eyes as they landed on Shi Feng. “Sure enough, your reputation is well deserved. You really do possess some ability.”
