"Rain, it's starting to rain!"
The two martial artists at the pinnacle were still questioning Yuan Xingzi when suddenly, a Sixth-Grade Grandmaster exclaimed in shock.
In fact, low-level martial artists near the teahouse had already dispersed. With martial artists at the pinnacle arriving, a fierce battle might erupt, and no one dared to stay and wait for death.
The martial artists coming to Baiheng City are quite shrewd; they understand how frightening the aftermath of battles between powerful individuals can be.
This Sixth-Grade Grandmaster is the owner of the teahouse and a well-respected Qi and Blood Martial Artist in Baiheng City.
"Ah... such pain, I... boo hoo..."
At this moment, a low-level martial artist outside the door let out a miserable howl; the sound was indescribably shrill, like a hungry wolf whose tail had been brutally pulled out.
Drip! Drip! Drip!
At the same time, the teahouse's roof started leaking raindrops.
Perhaps, it wasn't raindrops at all.
