With a cold snort, Yao Bin's body erupted with terrifying momentum, instantly filling the entire sky.
The people he brought along also displayed cold expressions, gripping their weapons.
Opposite, the Black and White Double Killers also snorted coldly, exuding a powerful aura.
Murong Qingcheng, like a fairy, summoned a cloud of purple mist, emitting a horrifying energy fluctuation.
And although Lin Xuan didn't show anything, everyone seemed to see countless sword shadows surrounding him.
For a moment, the atmosphere was tense to the extreme.
It seemed that the next moment, both sides would engage in a fierce battle.
The surrounding martial artists quickly retreated, looking fearful. They were just there to watch the spectacle and did not want to be caught in the crossfire.
However, just as both sides were about to engage, a voice suddenly drifted from behind.
"He can't represent, but how about me, Tang Er?"
The voice wasn't loud, but it clearly echoed in everyone's ears.
