In the Central Army Tent of the Pingtian Army, everyone present wore expressions as if they had seen a ghost.
Even Li Zili, the Pingtian Lord, couldn't believe his ears!
This was the core ground of tens of thousands of troops. Besides Li Zili, his subordinates included several generals, each matching the strength of a top martial artist in the Martial World.
Yet in this heavily guarded environment, none of these powerful warriors noticed the intrusion of an outsider.
This felt like a harsh slap across the face, burning painfully!
Li Zili stood up abruptly, staring at the man in plain clothes who had somehow appeared at the tent entrance. His eyes shimmered with terrifying brilliance: "May I ask who you are?"
The officers beside him sprang up as well, gripping their personal weapons with hands bulging with veins.
The atmosphere inside the tent suddenly turned tense and confrontational!
