Although Mo Qi had been gone for many days, the atmosphere in Nanyang City remained incredibly tense.
On this day, Nanyang City received a group of powerful experts clad in Imperial Army Armor. At their head was a middle-aged, broad-shouldered man in Silver Armor.
The man was a towering figure with a bushy beard. His eyes were slightly narrowed, but they constantly glinted with a ferocious light.
"Reporting to the General, the matter has been thoroughly investigated. The City Lord of Nanyang City, Zhang He, was slain by a disciple of the Void Sect. He was decapitated."
The middle-aged man's eyes snapped open, like an awakened lion. His tyrannical aura was mixed with a monstrous hostility, and just being near him was enough to send a chill down one's spine.
"The Void Sect?" The middle-aged man frowned, his voice low. "This is going to be tricky."
