"Black Wind Stronghold Master!"
"He came so quickly."
"Wasn't this within our expectations? We just didn't expect him to come looking for us personally."
Inside Cold Moon City, Ting Shui and Sad Little Knife watched Jiang Dali standing atop Demon Dragon's enormous body in the sky above the city. One was inside a room, the other on a rooftop. Though startled, neither panicked as they spoke.
As top players who had frequently dealt with the Black Wind Stronghold Master from very early on, and were even among the rare few to have fought him head-on, their mental fortitude far surpassed that of ordinary clan players. Even facing the Black Wind Stronghold Master, who had likely come to demand an explanation, they remained composed.
"Whoosh! Whoosh!"
At that moment, agile players dressed in black martial outfits emerged from the street below the tavern. Every one of them was alert and bright-eyed, their temples bulging. All were formidable experts from the clans. They saluted Sad Little Knife and Ting Shui, their faces filled with admiration and respect.
Ting Shui's expression darkened as he barked, "Did you all come out here to die? Disperse!"
Then he leaped forward. Almost simultaneously with Sad Little Knife on the roof, he employed his movement technique, darting like lightning through the buildings of the city toward Jiang Dali outside.
Seeing that Jiang Dali had stopped outside the city without entering, they knew he had no intention of coming in. Naturally, they had no choice but to sensibly leave the city and speak with him.
"At least you know what's good for you."
Jiang Dali folded his arms across his chest and casually stamped his foot.
Demon Dragon let out a roar, soared into the air, then tumbled down toward the ground. Violent wind and dust billowed up