After Transmigrating into a Novel as a Villain, the Heroines' Character Settings All Changed

Whoosh!

Yet at that very moment.

Energy suddenly surged between heaven and earth.

Then everyone saw above the plaza.

Ninety-nine figures appear.

Every one of them possessed Martial Emperor-level strength.

They wore black, their faces covered.

Long swords rested on their backs, their auras extraordinary and their expressions icy.

Faint killing intent coiled around them.

Whoosh!

The crowd erupted into an uproar at the sight.

They should have been guards or something similar.

Damn, even the guards were Martial Emperors.

Had the world now reached the point where Martial Emperors were as common as dogs?

Though in their eyes now.

Martial Emperors truly were weak, beneath their notice.

But ninety-nine of them had appeared all at once.

That was still deeply shocking.

After all, the Zhao Family Heavenly Secrets Pavilion could casually produce ninety-nine Martial Emperors.

Which meant nine hundred and ninety-nine were not impossible either.

Who could know the Zhao Family's true foundations?

Perhaps no one present knew.

"Welcome, Holy Son and Saintess!"

At that moment, the ninety-nine black-clothed Martial Emperors shouted in unison.

Xu Chen narrowed his eyes slightly.

He remembered that these were the Zhao Family Heavenly Secrets Pavilion's Black-clothed Sword Servants.

These Black-clothed Sword Servants were no simple matter.

One had to possess Martial Emperor-level strength.

And it had to be cultivated through one's own efforts, not forcibly raised.

They counted as deathsworn warriors.

The kind who sold their lives.

If the Zhao Family Heavenly Secrets Pavilion's Pavilion Master gave the order.

These ninety-nine people would likely go to their deaths without the slightest hesitation.

Buzz!

Buzz!

The instant the ninety-nine Black-clothed Sword Servants finished speaking.

At the far end between them.

Two spatial vortices appeared.

Then two people slowly emerged from within.

One was a young man with an ordinary face.

Yet his hands