The Sun Seizing Event gathered the elite members of the Golden Crow Tribe from all directions, spanning millions of miles.
These elites were destined to fight at the Sun Seizing Event.
Therefore, many had already quietly probed various parties before the event.
At this moment, the people from the Zhuo Yuan Clan were approached.
After a few words, they began to fight.
Such scenes were common in the city.
"Bang!"
A tall and slender youth from the Zhuo Yuan Tribe was punched and sent flying, his body falling to the ground.
The other Zhuo Yuan Tribe disciples rushed forward to help him up.
"Hmph, the Zhuo Yuan Clan, claiming to be the number one clan for millions of miles, is nothing special," said a person in black half-armor, a disdainful smile on his face.
He rubbed his arm, his gaze sweeping over the members of the Zhuo Yuan Tribe, saying, "Don't hold back your strength, bring out someone strong to play with me."