"We will surely not disappoint the high hopes of our Ancestors!"
Su Wanyi, Luo Li, and Jun Moxiao, their faces full of reverence, bowed towards the carriage and then turned around.
The three youngsters, robes fluttering, exuded youthful energy and high spirits. They held supreme Divine Swords, from which astonishing Sword Intents emanated.
"Hehe, I wondered which sacred figures dared to demolish the mountain gate of our Shen Heng Sect. Turns out, it's just a bunch of wet-behind-the-ears brats!"
A Nirvana Elder from the Shen Heng Sect, hands clasped behind his back, stood before the crowd. He looked at the black carriage, a cold, arrogant smile on his face.
"Men, kill these three!"
This Nirvana Elder waved his hand. Figures flickered, and more than a dozen Divine Bridge Realm disciples immediately lunged forward.
"Come back!"
Suddenly, a figure flew over, letting out an angry roar. He forcefully called back the dozen or so figures who had leaped forward.
