The Allied Powers numbered almost twice as many as the three great powers, giving the men of those three powers a slight shock.
Previously, these factions had been scattered, each with few members, so they had thought little of them. They had not expected their combined numbers to be so considerable; it came as something of a surprise.
It was not that they feared this alliance, but the other side did have strength in numbers. If fighting truly broke out, the eventual losses would certainly be heavy.
The group stopped more than a hundred feet away and advanced no farther. Then three men emerged from their ranks.
An old monk, a middle-aged Daoist, and a middle-aged man suffused with evil qi, a saber hanging at his waist.
"Now that you gentlemen have arrived, nearly everyone is here. Please take a seat," Sword God Yi said to the three with a smile.
After Sword God Yi spoke, however, the three did not come straight over. Instead, they stopped ten feet from the table.
Seeing their behavior, Sword God Yi and his two companions all frowned slightly.
"What is the meaning of this?" Sword God Yi asked.
"Heh heh heh, what is the meaning of this?" The middle-aged man suffused with evil qi chuckled. "It means nothing much, really. We simply don't trust you three youngsters."
"And who might you be?" Li Chaoxun asked, his expression darkening.
He had not expected this middle-aged man to be so arrogant as to call the three of them youngsters.
Even if the man was older than him, his strength was still only at the Half-Step Martial Realm. Unless they were close, they would address one another as equals in the Jianghu.
At Li Chaoxun's words, undisguised killing intent appeared on the middle-aged man's face.
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