Amid the screams of several Han Family guards in Stranger River City, Pine Province being smashed to pieces in the blink of an eye, a sudden, terrifying surge of Battle Qi shot through the hundred-meter expanse of the magnificent castle hall like a pillar of purple light, slamming directly into Zhao Yuan's body. His eyes were blood-red, and one arm had been severed. The blow sent the Zhao Yuan charging toward Han Tianming, the Han Family Patriarch, spraying blood as he flew dozens of meters before steadying himself in midair.
With the appearance of that terrifying Battle Qi, several knights with cold, sinister auras slowly emerged from a side door at the rear of the hall, all of them staring fixedly at Zhao Yuan.
"Zhao Yuan, never thought you'd see a day like this, did you?" Among those knights, a Sky Knight with a long scar across his left cheek, dressed in lavish white robes and carrying himself with arrogant hauteur, snapped open his folding fan. A trace of wickedness lurked in his narrow, slanted eyes as he fixed Zhao Yuan with a hateful gaze and sneered. The scar on his face wriggled like a centipede as he sneered, looking especially ferocious.
The moment Zhao Yuan saw him, his expression changed slightly. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and looked at the fan-wielding knight with an utterly emotionless gaze. "So everything today was arranged by your Heaven-Wielding Pavilion?"
"Hehe, and our Taiyi Mystical Sect as well. Zhao Yuan, surely you haven't forgotten me either..." As that voice rang out, an elderly man in black robes, his eyes sharp as an eagle's, appeared at the entrance to the hall with several knights, a cold smile on his face. They blocked off the hall's escape route as well.