Deep in Mount Dayan, a temporary gathering place had drawn experts from the six major sects and numerous unaffiliated martial artists. Even the weakest possessed the combat strength of someone on the Earth Ranking. Though there were only several hundred of them, their might surpassed that of a hundred-thousand-man army. If this force erupted all at once, the thirty thousand troops of Green Lake Island might truly be in danger.
Of course, to annihilate Green Lake Island's thirty thousand troops and fourteen Xiantian experts, everyone present would inevitably suffer heavy losses. If one in ten survived, it would be a blessing from heaven. Unless they truly had no other choice, both sides would definitely negotiate in the end.
A figure moved like a lone wolf in the darkness, hurrying toward this gathering place of experts. Suddenly, he stopped in his tracks.
"Who's there!"
The man warily scanned his surroundings. The keen instincts honed through years as an assassin told him that someone was watching him from the shadows.
"You're Qin Lang of the Sky Eagle Gate!"
A voice came from behind him. A figure had appeared soundlessly at his back, and the voice that reached his ears belonged to a woman. Yet the man addressed as Qin Lang tensed his body.
His mind raced. Qin Lang of the Sky Eagle Gate was the identity and background he had prepared for this disguise. Only he himself should have known about it. Why had this woman who had suddenly appeared exposed him with a single sentence?
Qin Lang slowly turned around. His right hand already held a small throwing knife. Wearing an ocher-yellow robe, a belt around his waist, and a large bundle on his back, he had a scarred face and looked thoroughly unapproachable.
"You know who I am!"
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