Luo Feng followed the crowd's gazes toward the valley entrance, his expression also one of shock.
FLAP!
At the valley entrance, a banner unfurled in the wind, cracking sharply.
The banner was triangular, crimson red, bordered with flame-like gold trim. In its center, a large, dazzling 'Yang' character shone brilliantly.
Beneath the banner, ten Martial Artists clad in golden armor entered the valley.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM...
The ten Martial Artists marched in unison. With every step, the entire valley seemed to tremble. A frigid aura emanated from them, making them resemble ancient Demon Beasts.
Leading the ten golden-armored Martial Artists, a middle-aged man in brocade clothes walked with his hands clasped behind his back. His calm demeanor belied a formidable presence, his eyes sharp as lightning. Those with lower Cultivation couldn't help but lower their gazes when they met his.
"It's the City Lord of Dayang City, Yang Dingtian!"
"And the ten Golden Sun Iron Guards!"
