In the void, after the voice representing the Seven Killings Hall was spoken, the entire sky over Liangshan quickly began to fill with black clouds. The rumbling sounds of thunder exploded, never to return to the previous clear skies.
The scene was undeniably grand, the terrifying momentum overshadowing the entire Liangshan. The weaker martial artists even began to tremble subconsciously.
Yet, as the protagonist of this birthday feast, the white-robed scholar Song Lun did not appear flustered. It seemed he had anticipated this scene, with a faint smile always lingering at the corner of his mouth.
His gaze swept across Lu Guangsheng, with a trace of mockery flashing by, then he turned his eyes to the endless black clouds in the sky, raising his hand in salute:
"Such words are somewhat underestimating me, Song Lun. Since you have come, you are a guest. Brother Seven Killings, won't you show yourself?"
