Is Seventh Order Still Not Enough?

The deep night shrouded the skies of Jintu Star.

Yet within that ink-black expanse, seven dazzling streaks of light forcibly tore open a gap.

Seven figures raced through the air, their escaping lights slicing through the heavens as they sped toward Xifeng Base City.

The man at the forefront was built like a towering mountain.

His voice, as thick and resonant as a great bell, pierced through the howling wind.

"Faster! If we arrive too late, the entire Xifeng Base City will suffer!"

As his words fell, the six streaks of light behind him answered in unison.

Everyone activated their Spiritual Energy at once, and the escaping light around them suddenly blazed brighter as they accelerated again.

The mountains and earth beneath their feet rapidly receded, shrinking into blurry black specks in the blink of an eye.

On the left side of the group, a handsome man in a green robe spoke in a low voice, his tone carrying a trace of confusion.

"Captain, what sort of madman is this, to dare act so recklessly and casually proclaim that he'll take so many lives?"

"Could it be that he doesn't take the Martial Arts General Bureau—or our Chosen Group—seriously at all?"

Town Mountain Martial Saint's brow furrowed tightly, his expression growing increasingly grave.

"The report said that man casually produced one hundred thousand spirit stones. He is certainly no ordinary person; there must be some top-tier force behind him."

"How much? One hundred thousand spirit stones!? He's filthy rich!!!"

An exaggerated cry suddenly exploded from the rear of the group.

The escaping light around the young man swayed for an instant, nearly veering off course.

Though he deliberately concealed his aura, he could not hide the innate nobility in his bones.

Town Mountain Martial Saint turned back at the sound,