"Ding!—"
Like the light of radiance, the Sekong Sword fell to the ground, embedded in the stone bricks, still wobbling and humming with vibration.
By now, many Mountain Village Players and locals had been startled and rushed over, causing a burst of chaos.
When they saw Jiang Dali standing quietly under the building's eaves like a golden statue.
The crowd couldn't help but quiet down.
All eyes were filled with awe and respect, flowing over Jiang Dali's towering figure.
Then they turned towards the other side, where Ning Daoqi was slumped on the ground coughing blood. Everyone held their breath, speculating about the identity of these daring visitors.
Till today, is there really anyone in the Martial World bold enough to challenge the Black Wind Village Chief alone?
Are their heads really that stubborn?
