'That person's cry was so focused it didn't dissipate. I could hear it clearly even from hundreds of miles away. Only a master at the Mid-stage of the Martial Arts Seventh Layer could do something like that. And the Jiang Family's Second Steward is a master of that exact level...'
When Zhang Ye realized this, even his usually calm and composed expression faltered slightly.
A master of the Martial Arts Seventh Layer was in hot pursuit, while two other experts stood before him, eyeing him like predators. Zhang Ye was in a truly dire situation.
But being cornered only served to ignite a boundless fighting spirit within Zhang Ye. His gaze swept over the Five-Colored Long-Tailed Pigeon standing nearby, and an idea sparked in his mind.
SWOOSH!
Zhang Ye's body abruptly spun like a tornado as he slashed his heavy saber toward the middle-aged man with the force of a thunderbolt.
