The night at dawn, dark and boundless.
On the bus, the atmosphere grew increasingly tense.
The red digits on the electronic clock blinked and blinked, until finally, they hit exactly four-thirty.
In an instant, everyone's spirits were lifted, their eyes gleaming, and a formidable fighting spirit surged from their bodies.
Four-thirty was the agreed time; another group of Cultivation Masters should have reached their designated positions, waiting for them to take the frontal charge and encircle.
An old Daoist with white hair stood up.
Despite his frail appearance, his presence was overwhelming.
He was also equipped with two machine guns and a circle of grenades.
He turned around, looking at the crowd, his gaze sharp, his expression solemn.
"I believe you all know about the thousand-year feud between our Mount Sterling ancestors and the Stewart Family… Today, it's time to settle this grudge and completely eradicate the Stewart Family, this malignant tumor."
