Cheng Jianyong directly reached out and pushed open the iron door of the hall.
"Screech!"
In front of Han Xing and the others, a man appeared seated on the Iron Throne, looking like a middle-aged man in his forties.
At this moment, he was wearing heavy armor, with a sword hanging at his waist.
Seeing the appearance of Han Xing and the others, his heart was suddenly startled.
"Who… are you?" the King of the Cloud Sea asked in a deep voice.
In this world, most people have Western faces.
And Han Xing and his companions had distinctly Eastern faces, which were visibly different.
Han Xing did not answer.
The King of the Cloud Sea also sensed something was wrong.
The next moment, several Tier Four and Tier Five guardians drew their weapons, ready to charge at Han Xing and the others.
And at this moment, Han Xing casually snapped his fingers.
"Snap!"
The group of sword-drawing guardians froze in their movements, a bewildered look appearing in their eyes.
