The color drained completely from Zhou Tong's face, and a chill shot straight to the top of his head.
He had thought that by invoking the Bitao Sect's name and tactfully showing weakness, he could send this god of slaughter on his way.
Never had he expected Wang Yuan to draw the flames of war directly onto himself.
"Your Excellency, do not bully people too far!"
Zhou Tong secretly clenched his fists. True qi silently circulated within him, his robes fluttering despite the absence of wind as the power of Bone Forging Early Stage faintly spread out.
"There are more than a dozen Bitao Sect disciples here. If we truly fight, we may not be unable to contend with you!"
At his words, the Bitao Sect disciples behind him immediately stepped forward in unison. Their weapons left their sheaths, cold light linking into a single sheet.
Five mid-stage Hua Jin martial artists stood to either side, while more than a dozen Hua Jin Early Stage disciples formed an encirclement, faintly surrounding Wang Yuan.
Third Sister gripped her twin blades, held her breath, and retreated far back with her few remaining guards, widening the distance.
Her gaze remained fixed on the scene, while stormy waves crashed through her heart.
"Just who is he?"
Bitao Sect Elder Zhou Tong was a genuine Bone Forging martial artist. Coupled with more than a dozen skilled Bitao Sect experts, their fighting strength was utterly terrifying.
Yet this young man with the vertical mark between his brows stood alone, without the slightest intention of retreating.
Wang Yuan slowly took a step forward, and the earth beneath his feet sank slightly.
"Contend?"
A faint smile appeared at the corner of his lips, utterly devoid of ripples.
"When you intercepted and killed the convoy earlier, did you ever