The moment the words fell.
In an instant.
Among the sea of swordfighters, those wearing grey robes all began to panic and worry.
Among these swordfighters, it wasn't just Wu Qi wearing a grey robe; there were at least dozens more dressed similarly.
"Those wearing grey robes, step forward and take off the grey robe for me," Zheng Ci said calmly, his voice undeniable and imposingly commanding.
"It seems there's no escaping this," Wu Qi murmured to himself.
At the same moment.
Under Zheng Ci's terrifying intimidation, many of the swordfighters wearing grey robes had already taken them off.
Yet Wu Qi remained motionless.
He had already been targeted.
Zheng Ci, Wang Zhixing, Bai Mu, Ning Chi, Xing Qingjian, and others all had their eyes fixed firmly on Wu Qi.
"Why haven't you taken off your robe?" Zheng Ci shouted at Wu Qi.
"I am Wu Qi," Wu Qi replied first with silence, then raised his head and spoke firmly, word by word.
In an instant.
A dead silence descended.
