Judicator Legion

Boom!

The moment that Half-Saint finished speaking, a crack immediately split open in the dark clouds surrounding the Space-Shuttle Boat. Xiao Chen leaped through it at once.

After landing on the deck of the Space-Shuttle Boat, Xiao Chen found it was still as enormous as ever. Elite soldiers stood solemnly everywhere across the deck.

Every one of these soldiers wore black robes, with a strange emblem embroidered over the chest—a peculiar symbol of crossed blade and sword. Their eyes gleamed sharply, and they looked exceptionally well-trained.

Xiao Chen froze on the spot as if struck by lightning. His lips trembled slightly as he said, "Th-this is the Xiao Tribe's Judicator Legion?"

"Yes, this is our tribe's Judicator Legion."

A voice suddenly cut in.

Xiao Chen subconsciously turned around and saw a fairly powerful martial artist slowly approaching.

This martial artist wore luxurious black clothing, with the Xiao Tribe's purple-red nine-stroke Clan Mark embroidered on his cuffs. He appeared to be around thirty, with heroic features and a tall, powerful build. The bulging muscles all over his body gave off a considerable sense of oppression.

This should be the initial Half-Saint who called me aboard just now. His cultivation foundation seems quite solid. He has good fundamentals.

Xiao Chen silently observed the newcomer.

After the Bloodline resonance upon entering this Ancient Realm, the familiar environment of the Ancient Realm, the Space-Shuttle Boat possessed only by ancient emperor clans, and the Xiao Tribe's Judicator Legion aboard it, an absurd conjecture had gradually surfaced in Xiao Chen's heart.

At the same time, even more questions arose in his mind. What exactly was going on here? Xiao Yan should not have lied to him.

"I am Xiao Zhen, commander of the Judicator Legion. Of course, you may simply call me Commander Xiao Zhen, or