The sound of metal scraping wasn't particularly loud amidst the crowd's brawl, yet it clearly reached everyone's ears on the street, causing their fighting movements to gradually halt as all eyes turned toward the direction at the end of the street!
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Crisp sounds of metal echoing through the air, a young man slowly emerged from the shadows at the street corner!
The young man wore a long white robe, with waist-length white hair, holding two iron rods in his hands,
Beneath the moonlight, he appeared like a ghost in white emerging from the mountains.
At this moment, the two iron rods in his hands continuously struck each other, and from the sound they made, one could tell that the rods were forged from solid iron. It was clear that his strength was far greater than the average person's.
Upon seeing this young man, Charlie and the Lin Ran Mercenaries felt their hairs stand on end, a sense of crisis surged through them, causing their faces to turn somber!
