Chapter 143: Flying Divine Sword

In barely ten minutes, more than fifty Grandmasters and Grandmasters had arrived. Over ten Martial Saints. Six Grand Martial Saints. There were even two Martial Sovereigns. Brock Yale clenched his teeth in silence. "So this is the Imperial Capital… No wonder it's a den of hidden dragons and crouching tigers." The Guardian laughed loudly. "What, kid? You get scared too?" Brock Yale snorted inwardly. *Scared? When have I, Brock Yale, ever been afraid?* *I started this whole mess with my own...