Nearby, a cold shout was heard as several youths from the Zenith Sword Sect discovered him.
The voice echoed, shaking the entire scene.
Over fifty youths turned their heads and looked at Marshall Morgan.
"It's really Skylark. With so many of us here, he still dares to show up?"
"Haha, he's courting death. Let's join forces and kill him!"
The disciples of the Zenith Sword Sect, each with murderous intent in their eyes, looked at Marshall Morgan.
Marshall Morgan's gaze swept over, understanding the situation clearly.
In this place, there were over thirty youths from the Zenith Sword Sect.
The youths from the Astral Hall also numbered nearly twenty, including three of the top ten experts from the Outer Hall.
"Skylark, he's mine."
A sinister voice emerged from within the Zenith Sword Sect.
A young man in a blue robe stepped out, looking at Marshall Morgan with a cold smile.
"River Waters, senior brother!"
