The disciple is dead, and the conflict between Rong Xiaofeng and Wu Yunshan will become endless. Rong Xiaofeng thought, rather than seeking revenge later, it's better to report it now.
His gaze was steady, devoid of anger or hatred, only filled with determination to kill.
Rong Xiaofeng stood in the room, finally glanced at the house, and couldn't help but sigh deeply.
Then he raised his hand to push the door open. His left hand reached one after another, wrapping the sword behind his back. The sword was held horizontally, tightly gripped by his left hand.
He lifted his head to meet the first rays of sunlight of the morning, took large strides out of his dwelling, and hastily headed toward the Evaluation Hall.
Outside Heavenly Dragon Martial Arts Academy, proud Heaven and those squatting were surrounded by a crowd, beginning to enter the academy.
