At this moment, a pair of tiger-like eyes flashed with electricity, coldly staring at the uninvited guests standing below the stone steps in front of the mountain: three figures in green robes, capes covering their faces, treasure swords strapped to their backs, standing in a pin formation.
The two sides were in a standoff. Then, with a flash of Qing Guang, Qing Guang Hall concealed itself and stood beside the robust man with the Big Chopper, scanning the crowd and sneering,
"A bunch of small-time Golden Core Realm guys also dare to plot for magic treasures. Brother Meng, why don't you tidy up and come back to have a drink with us."
With a sullen and stifled tone, Meng Zhan raised his hand,
"Demon Sect."
