Eastern Region, Ancient Sacred City.
"Look sharp, all of you! The boss is coming. If anyone slips up today and makes our Black Annihilation Army lose face in front of him, don't blame me when I drill you until you question your very existence!"
After apologizing to Xiao Tian and paying compensation, Ling Quan had regained his position as a commander—though only as the Eighth Commander. He now stood at the gate, addressing the Black Annihilation Army.
"Yes, sir!" the soldiers roared in unison. They stood ramrod straight, fierce fighting spirit burning in their eyes, like a row of long spears poised to pierce the heavens.
Just then, countless powerful auras approached. Streams of light raced in from the distance and arrived outside Ancient Sacred City in the blink of an eye.
At the front were three men and a woman. A blazing flame mark adorned each of their foreheads. The marks looked like real fire and gave off a sense of searing heat.
"Members of the Yan Clan and honored guests, welcome! The Gu Clan regrets not greeting you sooner!" Ling Quan stepped forward at once and cupped his fists. His voice rang out, neither servile nor overbearing.
Behind him, the Black Annihilation Army soldiers brought their Black Annihilation Spears down against the ground as one. A heavy boom sounded—their salute. Their movements were perfectly synchronized, their bearing formidable.
The four raised their brows slightly, a flicker of surprise in their eyes.
One of them stepped forward, a remarkably handsome man in a white robe. A faint smile played at his lips, lending him a warm air. "The Gu Clan is too courteous."
"Please enter the city. A deacon is waiting inside to arrange your accommodations." Ling Quan stepped aside and gestured them in. His manners were impeccable, yet