Blades sharp and gleaming, men with unyielding pride standing tall.
A team of less than a hundred.
Forcefully repelled a thousand from the Wolf Fang Sect, amidst desolation, none dared to utter a word.
This scene.
Even Qiu Yuliang couldn't help but narrow his eyes, feeling a chill in his limbs.
Upon seeing many sect disciples falling to the ground in shock, as the sect master, he felt a pang of anger but also a sudden realization.
Chen Yang's power is far beyond his imagination.
"This, this time we've really kicked an iron plate."
In an instant, Qiu Yuliang seemed to have aged ten years, his expression desolate, then he said, "This matter, it's my Wolf Fang Sect's fault first, I apologize."
A lifetime spent cautiously, walking on thin ice, Qiu Yuliang finally encountered a major problem.
With this one fall, he fears there will be no chance to rise again.
Do you not see, the whole Biluo Sword Valley was swept away by the opponent alone?
