Within the Shenwu Realm, on the main road.
A group of people drew the attention of passing merchants and commoners.
Numbering around three thousand, their formation was as orderly as a military array, and their steps were perfectly synchronized.
If not for the cloth clothes they wore and the Iron Rods they carried, most people would have assumed they were regular troops.
After all, their aura and military bearing were simply astonishing.
Of course, the most eye-catching ones were still the group at the front.
Though they wore plain cloth clothes and simple attire, and the weapons in hand were far from exquisite,
they shared one trait: extraordinary bearing and sharp gazes.
"Father, do you think the City Lord will see us?"
The speaker was a boy whose childishness had yet to fade.
However, his build was astonishingly sturdy.
He stood over five and a half feet tall, his arms knotted with muscle, and two plum-blossom hammers the size of washbasins were strapped to his back.
Just from the vigorous vitality he exuded, passersby could tell that he was definitely a formidable fellow.
Otherwise, who would use such plum-blossom hammers as weapons?
Yet, the people around this boy did not seem ordinary either.
Some stood as straight as spears, their eyes as deep as still pools. Every step they took seemed light as a feather, yet left footprints in the ground.
This man was also the strongest person in the entire group apart from the middle-aged man.
Moreover, he showed no intention of concealing his aura.
As for the person the youth had addressed, it was the middle-aged man.
Thus, their father-son relationship was already clear.
"He definitely will."
The middle-aged man said in a deep voice, "The City Lord issued the Summoning Order in order to organize the troops