The battle blade pointed askew.
All was silent.
The entire Donglu City Great Banquet Hall had long been surrounded by five thousand Martial Guard, with no one able to enter or leave.
Of course, if a winner emerged inside, that would be a different story.
A hundred meters away.
Three layers inside and outside, it was densely packed. Countless people eagerly awaited the final result.
At this moment, in front of the banquet hall's main entrance.
Chen Shuai held the reins with one hand and the sword with the other, sitting in a stately manner on horseback.
The horse's hooves occasionally lifted, making a clattering sound.
One sound after another, rising and falling, like thunder crashing down, deafening.
This contemporary most outstanding youth of the Changsheng Sect, with confidence and indifference between his brow, intimidated the entire scene.
His expression was determined, and his demeanor was imposing.
So much so that not a single onlooker dared to approach.
