The sky was vast and azure, the frosty wind piercing.
Martial Saints, one after another, bid farewell to Saint Gentle Words and departed in groups of threes and fives.
Still, Hong Yuan becoming a Martial Saint inevitably caused ripples.
The major Sects across the Eastern Wilderness Divine Continent all issued orders without prior consultation. They instructed their subordinates to be vigilant for unfamiliar powerhouses suddenly emerging within their territories.
For some reason, the atmosphere in the Eastern Wilderness Divine Continent tightened.
Damn it, these guys are truly arrogant and overbearing! The Northern Guard King of the Daxuan Dynasty glared, a cold gleam in his eyes, as he watched the chatting and laughing Martial Saints from various Sects leave.
"Heh heh... Oh, right, why haven't I seen the Marquis of Dragon Sword?" Luoyin Marquis asked casually, but his words made the Martial Saints from the imperial factions focus sharply.
