"Al... all of them are Ascension Realm Experts?!"
Han Xingyue cried out in shock. Even Zuo Wuxin and the other two were left utterly disheveled in the wind.
They had long known that the alliance possessed many powerful experts.
Yet all they had ever obtained was a rough estimate.
Fifteen Ascension Realm Experts.
That number truly frightened them badly.
Could an organization with fifteen Ascension Realm Experts truly still be described by the mere word "faction"?
It seemed that such a formidable lineup would be close to an overlord-level existence even in the Land of Shining Stars, wouldn't it?
Let alone in a tiny place like the Great Northern Wasteland.
Old Master Zi, hadn't you miscalculated something?
The startled cry immediately caused the six people cultivating in the Training Ground to turn around together.
Ning Wenlu was one of those cultivating in the Training Ground.
Having only just entered the Ascension Realm, he knew little about many aspects of combat among Ascension Realm Experts, so naturally he had no mind to contemplate anything.
Seeing Ning Lu bring four strangers over, he immediately frowned and asked, "Lu'er, why have you brought a group of strangers here?"
"Father, they claim to be from North Marsh Island and wish to meet my lord. My lord has already agreed to see them," Ning Lu said.
"North Marsh Island?"
Ning Wenlu frowned and said, "Go back and guard the mountain gate while cultivating! Don't run around when there's nothing to do. If war breaks out again one day and you still cannot raise your cultivation, then should my lord send you to serve as cannon fodder, even if you are my son, this old man will be unable to speak for you."
"Lu'er understands. Thank you for Father's instruction."
Ning Lu hurriedly clasped his fists