For a moment, Yanmoluo and his group looked unimpressed, each and every one of them showing utter disdain.
In their eyes, the enemy was nothing more than a mob of rabble, completely unworthy of standing on any grand stage.
As a thick smell of gunpowder filled the air, the opposing disciples began to grip their profound weapons one after another, as if a conflict could erupt at any second.
Chapter 455