"Whoosh—"

With Zheng Lin's signal, soldiers from one side instantly sprang forth. The moment when Qi permeated the air, their weapons fiercely slashed towards Du Fei and Yun Yuqing.

"Ninth-grade Martial Artist, huh..."

Standing still and observing this scene, Du Fei suddenly sighed. Then, an overwhelming killing intent surged in his heart.

Initially, he did not have plans for this. But at this moment, Zheng Lin had successfully ...