When Ling Zhan's incomparably cold words fell,
A group of job-changers clad in snow-white sword robes slowly emerged from a corner of the stone hall.
Anseli and Adolphus focused their gazes, and their expressions immediately turned grave.
"It's the Holy Sword Guild..."
The Holy Sword Guild.
It was also a renowned major guild on the Holy Continent.
Though its strength could not compare to Eden's, it was absolutely not to be underestimated.
It was said that the guild's president was also a top-tier level 190 Sword God.
This group was clearly several times stronger than Zhang Hu and the others. Judging solely by the auras emanating from them, they could firmly suppress Zhang Hu.
This group had been hiding in a concealed spot within the stone hall all along, their auras perfectly obscured. Even Anseli and Adolphus had failed to notice them.
Zhang Hu and the others had not noticed them either.
Now that Ling Zhan had called them out, not only did they show no embarrassment, they instead wore arrogant expressions.
Of course...
When they looked at Zhang Hu and the others, who had been completely bound and were nearly drained of life, a trace of wariness still flickered deep within their eyes.
Though Zhang Hu and his group were trash in their eyes—any one of them could pin Zhang Hu to the ground and grind him into the dirt—Ling Zhan, who had subdued so many people in a single move, was someone they had no choice but to take seriously.
Zhang Hu, already on the brink of death, saw the people from the Holy Sword Guild, and a flicker of hope crossed his face. He hurriedly shouted, "Meng Di! Save our lives! Demon Dragon Palace and the Beastmaster Alliance are willing to offer a quasi-sacred artifact as payment!"