Sky-Transcending Sacred City. The seven Divine Generals surrounded and pursued Luo Xingchen. The situation was tense, ready to erupt at the slightest touch.
Outside the battlefield, a plain-clothed, white-haired figure stood quietly with a smile, calmly watching events unfold.
"Luo Xingchen, hand over the Sacred Mark Iron and come with us to apologize to the City Lord. Otherwise, do not blame us for showing no mercy!"
The leader of the seven Divine Generals, a middle-aged man, spoke in a cold voice.
"In your dreams. If I went back with you, that old City Lord would chop me into mincemeat. Do you take me for a fool?"
Luo Xingchen replied disdainfully, his gaze covertly sweeping from side to side in search of an escape route.
"Refusing a toast only to drink a forfeit. Capture him!"
The middle-aged man snorted coldly. At his command, his figure flashed forward, and he reached out to seize the thief within the battlefield.
As the First Divine General made his move, the other six Divine Generals followed. Their attacks were sharp and fierce, intent on capturing alive the man who had stolen the sacred relic.
"Murder! The Sacred City's Divine Generals are slaughtering the innocent!"
Within the battle, Luo Xingchen stepped through strange footwork, evading wave after wave of attacks. At the same time, he seized an opening and shouted at the top of his lungs.
The First Divine General frowned slightly upon hearing this. His movements could not help but pause, and hesitation flickered within him.
Seeing this, Luo Xingchen immediately turned and ran, streaking past the First Divine General.
"Where do you think you're going!"
The First Divine General came back to his senses, stepped forward, and blocked his path again, reaching for his shoulder.
Luo Xingchen retreated at once, evading the man before