"What? You're telling us to leave?"
"What a boastful tone! I've roamed the Martial World for decades and have never met someone so arrogant. I'd like to see what methods you have to make me leave!"
"There is absolutely no one named 'Zhang Yun' in the Martial World. A nobody popping out of nowhere dares to be so arrogant?"
"Landlord Fang, since this brat is so insolent, don't blame us for not holding back..."
Hearing "Zhang Yun" speak so arrogantly, the twenty-odd people of the Martial World in the hall boiled with anger. Some even drew their weapons, ready to teach "Zhang Yun" a good lesson.
Ji Qing glanced around. He said nothing more, slowly reaching out and gripping his saber's hilt.
The moment he gripped the hilt, a terrifying Momentum explosively erupted with a BOOM.
