"People from Bi Yun Sect?"
Luoyun City Lord's pupils suddenly contracted, instinctively pressing down on the hilt of his blade.
The elder glanced at them.
Luo Xiutian suddenly felt as though he'd fallen into an icy cave, with the True Yuan in his body seemingly freezing.
"Tribulation... Peak!"
He struggled to utter these words, cold sweat seeping from his forehead.
This sense of oppression was something he had only felt from the Holy Master.
The elder did not linger, and vanished in an instant with his group. The last to pass was a man with a hooked nose, whose grim gaze lingered on Luo Xiutian for a moment, and a cruel curve appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"Night Owl, don't cause unnecessary trouble."
A warning came from ahead.
The man named Night Owl clicked his tongue regretfully and casually flicked a ray of black light towards Luo Xiutian's face.
"Clang!"
