The arrival of the Nether Sect felt like a cold blast of wind, driving the already tense atmosphere down to freezing point. The man in black leading the group swept his gaze across everyone, his eyes filled with sheer contempt. The cultivators behind him split into two rows, each exuding a heavy killing intent, as if a single command would be enough to turn this place into a bloodbath.
"The people of Tianchen City seem to lack manners," the man in black said casually, his voice bone-chillingly cold. "The Nether Sect has taken over the matters of the underground palace. Those who know what's good for them had better get lost."
As soon as these words were spoken, an uproar broke out among the crowd.
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