Including those Emperor Martial Stage powerhouses, including that reclusive old man who was a top-tier Emperor—all of them were sucked upward.
Naturally, that included the people from their Heavenly Tyrant Branch of Bright Dragon Stronghold...
Only the few of them gathered around the middle-aged madman were completely unaffected.
At this moment, ghostly cries rang continuously through the skies above Bright Dragon Stronghold. It seemed no one had noticed their presence yet.
"Hm?"
But in the next instant, a soft exclamation sounded from the sky.
Then they heard the old woman's voice fall coldly: "What's going on with those people? Go down and take a look."
With a swish, a Saint Martial figure instantly landed.
Deputy Arbiter and the others saw that one of the three terrifying powerhouses beside the old woman had landed before them.
In an instant, they all trembled violently as they looked toward the middle-aged madman drinking away.
At the same time, some of the Bright Dragon Stronghold members being sucked into the sky noticed what was happening below. Their eyes widened as they stared down in utter bewilderment, a single thought flashing through their minds... What was going on?
While everyone else had been sucked into the air, several people were actually sitting in the mud-choked street, drinking.
Wine jars were piled all around them, making the scene look indescribably bizarre.
Among them, the tavern waiter and the people inside the tavern recognized the middle-aged madman and cried out in low voices, "Isn't that the madman who begs for wine?"
The Saint Martial powerhouse who had descended was a middle-aged man.
He too stared strangely at the people drinking before him. Then his gaze settled on the middle-aged madman as he said, "Saint Martial Stage—you're actually a Saint Martial Stage expert too."
At this moment, he