Li Qiye’s appearance robbed the breath from the crowd. Many exchanged glances, already aware of the result even before it began. It would certainly end with blood and death.

Zhang Yue smiled wryly, aware of the same thing. He quietly retreated without trying to fight it.

Liu Menglong still found the gazes on him to be awfully strange. It was as if he was being pitied for some reason.

He was the chief protector of Three Truths and didn’t need sympathy nor pity. Moreover, he didn’t deserve any either, being powerful and prestigious.

“Who are you?!...