Old Smoker

Quake said this, waving a hand.

"Clang, clang, clang!"

Several burly guards with scarred faces suddenly stormed in from outside.

After entering, they took up positions on either side of the tavern.

Then a middle-aged man in a long robe walked in slowly, one hand behind his back.

At the same time, he released his Level 12 martial aura without holding anything back.

"Buzz!"

The heavy pressure caused everyone's aura to stagnate, and even the flow of their blood and qi became sluggish.

Old Smoker's expression tightened, his face turning grim.

"Quake, you actually brought people here!"

"You planned from the very beginning to use force to coerce me into cooperating, didn't you?"

Seeing that his men were in position, Quake's expression immediately turned smug, as though victory was already in his grasp.

"No, no, no!"

"Old Smoker, don't misunderstand!"

"I planned to resolve this matter peacefully!"

"However!"

"Knowing that you have such a foul and stubborn temper, I specially prepared some men before coming, just in case!"

"You just said it yourself: you're merely an intelligence organization. Do you think that with your foundations, you can defeat our Level 12 Martial Arts Master?"

As soon as he said this, not only Old Smoker but everyone else in the tavern paled.

What?

A Level 12 Martial Arts Master?

No wonder the pressure just now had been so terrifying!

A Level 12 Martial Arts Master was an existence close to a great powerhouse. Not to mention Gray Rock Star—even on the nearby planets, such experts were rarely seen.

Where had the Yellow Sand Cult found such a powerful expert?

It seemed... the Broken Blade Tavern was finished!

Just as everyone thought this, Old Smoker suddenly shouted sharply.

"A Level 12 Martial Arts Master? How could your Yellow Sand Cult possess such