At this moment, in the Yuehai Xishan villa area in Fengcheng.
Having already received the news, Yè Láng held two sharp daggers in his hands. Crouched in the dark, he stared intently at his surroundings.
Thinking of what Nightingale had told him, the pressure in his heart doubled. Three Martial Kings and one Martial Sovereign—this was truly taking him very seriously. Although he knew his trip would be extremely dangerous, Yè Láng did not feel a shred of cowardice in his heart.
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