Like birds startled by a bow, the martial artists frantically searched for the direction from which the sudden attack had come.
On a mountain, a group stood there, the huge fireballs launched from the catapults behind them.
At the forefront of the team was a young man riding on a Flame Lion, his face exuding immense dominance and indifference.
On either side of him stood elders dressed in Black Flame Feather Robe and Golden Flame Feather Robe.
The two exuded powerful momentum, their eyes sharp.
Just standing there sent out an aura of terror.
"Experts!"
All the martial artists felt the same.
"Despicable shameless surface humans, you will pay dearly for your shamelessness!
Today, none of you will leave alive."
The young man suddenly spoke in the Sacred Dynasty language of the surface.
Though his tone was somewhat awkward, his pronunciation was clear, and everyone understood him perfectly.
"This guy, we have no grievances with him, why are we despicable and shameless?"
