Chapter 503: The Might of Foundation Establishment, Scoundrels Submit

The air in the mountain valley was thick with killing intent, a palpable pressure that seemed to suffocate the very birds in the trees. Under the command of a sneering Young Master Huang, dozens of cultivators from the allied families fanned out, their spiritual energy flaring as they formed a tight cordon around the waterfall. Behind them, the faint but unmistakable hum of military hardware echoed from the perimeter, a testament to Xinghe Yang’s iron-fisted blockade. “He’s been in there...