"What was that light just now? Why is it so blinding?"
"My tears are like rain, pouring out all over."
The martial artists from Boulevard rubbed their eyes, vaguely able to see things again.
This intense light is too powerful; an ordinary person would inevitably be blinded for life.
But a martial artist is a martial artist, every part of their bodies is much stronger than ordinary people.
Their recovery ability and eyesight are just like that.
"Hey, why haven't they fought yet?" Someone wiped away their tears and saw two people standing at the entrance of the Caldwell Family's gate.
One was the blind swordsman, Piran Wilson, still standing in place, his right hand resting on the hilt of his sword.
The other was Black Dragon, standing not far in front of Piran Wilson.
The two just stood there, making no moves.
"This prelude is too long!"
Someone grumbled discontentedly.
