"Slap Fang Xing, Execute the golden crow with a sword!"
Above the Duobao Nation Capital, a gigantic Duty Talisman had appeared at some point, with eight large, golden glittering characters hovering in the air, clearly visible from hundreds of miles away. This talisman seemed like a cloud of doom, completely overshadowing the Duobao Nation Capital. Everyone could feel the killing intent contained within it. Below the talisman, at the city gate of the Duobao Nation Capital, a high platform had been erected, where an old, gray-clad cultivator leaned on a sword, exuding a fierce aura, his eyelids lowered in silence, quietly waiting for something.
Is there really someone daring to openly challenge that infamous little monster whose reputation is at its peak?
