Marshall Morgan glanced around the scene, seeing the charred bodies, he could more or less imagine what had happened.
In his heart, an icy, sharp killing intent burst forth.
Martial Artists, even though they wield great power, have their own code and pride. Typically, Martial Artists disdain killing ordinary people.
But these disciples of the Zenith Sword Sect had lost all sense of morality and would stop at nothing to achieve their goals.
Marshall Morgan's killing intent had never been so intense.
Feeling the killing intent emanating from Marshall Morgan, the disciples of the Zenith Sword Sect sharpened their gaze.
Quentin Ziegler frowned slightly.
He remembered that he had sent nine people in that direction, but so far, not one had returned; instead, a stranger had appeared.
Something wasn't right! Quentin's expression shifted.
Marshall Morgan walked forward, seemingly slow but actually fast. Within a few breaths, he stood in front of the Zenith Sword Sect's disciples.
