Sect Master Zhao, What Do You Mean by This?

Kang Jingchen groaned inwardly, but unwilling to lose in bearing, he forced himself to say, "Remnants of Xuantian Hall, do not act so arrogantly here! How could the Dagan Dynasty allow the likes of you to run wild!"

Ling Jianchen's gaze turned cold, his eyes like tangible blades as they stabbed toward Kang Jingchen. "Hmph, remnants? Since when had the Dagan Dynasty become so adept at twisting black into white?

I came today only because I could not stand watching you use strength to bully the weak.

Wanze Sect has its own choice. You seek to control them under the name of recruitment. You are utterly shameless."

Seeing that the situation had taken a turn for the worse, the strategists all retreated several steps. None of them wanted to become cannon fodder in a conflict with such a vast disparity in strength.

The guards tightened their grips on the Magic Artifacts in their hands. Though fear gripped their hearts, duty bound them, and they did not dare slacken in the slightest.

Yet obvious unease showed in their eyes.

Zhao Yun and Zhao Wushan found Kang Jingchen's panic rather amusing.

So even the Great Gan Imperial Family had people they feared.

Before absolute strength, the imperial family's sense of superiority was indeed not worth mentioning.

Zhao Yun stepped forward, about to speak.

Yet Ling Jianchen casually waved a hand. "Sect Master Zhao, there is no need to thank me. I simply cannot stand the Great Gan Imperial Family's ways. Since I have encountered this today, I will not stand by with my arms folded."

As he spoke, his aura grew even stronger, and an oppressive pressure surged toward Kang Jingchen and the others like raging waves.

He looked every bit the picture of righteous indignation.

Zhao Yun frowned deeply, filled with