Deathly silence!
All the Martial Artists present were staring fixedly at this unfamiliar newcomer.
Fourth Grade!
Yet he had so easily slain a Fifth-Grade Guard.
He was a terrifying piece of work.
The key was, this guy could actually be connected to Mo Kai.
Mo Kai was a Ninth-Grade Divine Elder.
Under the walls of Jing Niao City, a group of low-grade Martial Artists tightly surrounded Su Yue, yet still kept a safe distance. If this guy suddenly charged over, they had to make sure to save their own lives first.
Outside the city walls, the few remaining Sixth Grades were all bound in place by Mo Kai. Above their heads flickered an azure sigil—this was the pressure of a Ninth Grade, something they simply could not break free from.
"Mo Kai, your disciple killed the Martial Artists of my Jing Niao City. How do you plan to settle this debt?"
On top of the city wall, a row of Grandmasters glared furiously at Su Yue.
