The conflict between both sides started getting worse within just a few days.
From that point on, fights between the world's martial artists and those disciples from the Mystic Realm never stopped.
Even worse, the seven major Martial Saints got bolder and bolder.
They basically took control of every resource and crushed today's martial artists over and over.
Pearson Bowman, who took the worst hit, got badly hurt by some genius disciple from the Mystic Realm.
Knight Family.
Pearson Bowman was lying in bed, looking terrible.
His face got whiter and whiter as he kept coughing up blood.
Wayne Ran and the others standing around him looked really grim.
"Damn it!" Zora Solomon, always the hothead, couldn't keep his mouth shut.
He jumped up suddenly and said coldly, "We can't let them act so cocky! When have we ever taken this kind of crap!"
After saying that, Zora Solomon got up and walked toward the door.
"Where are you headed?" Males Ran grabbed Zora Solomon.
