Dust clouds rolled, and warhorses neighed.
The martial artists from Boulevard Mountain were all seasoned masters.
Among them, many were founders of their own sects.
In the martial arts world, controlling a sect far surpasses the wealth of billionaires in the mortal world.
Yet, even they had never witnessed such a grand and overwhelming scene.
Who could have imagined that an extraordinarily opulent palace would be dragged here by warhorses into this desolate land?
Just the sight of thousands of warhorses galloping was enough to leave one in awe.
Moreover, the entirety of the grand hall, which was jet black, exuded an air of solemnity and majesty.
It invoked a sense of dread just by gazing at it.
Yet desire emboldens the heart.
The martial artists from Boulevard Mountain, after witnessing the interaction between the Black Pine League's king and the West Tower, almost concluded that this was merely a staged play.
