Zhao Dun's gaze flickered, following the sound.
Not far from him, a group of seventy to eighty men, clad in black and red armor, collectively bowed towards Kong Zheng, roaring:
"We from Youzhou Martial Arts Department, salute Lord Kong!"
Their voices were deafening. When seventy to eighty martial artists gathered together, using the force of their qi and blood to roar, it could make even a tiger or leopard change color.
From the woods next to them came rustling sounds, the strong atmosphere created a surge of wind out of thin air, spreading towards the dense forests and mountains in all directions.
This group had actually, actually used their qi and blood force!
There must have been prior arrangement.
Kong Zheng's face remained unchanged, a faint smile still on his lips. He stood with his hands behind his back as his gaze finally fell on Zhao Dun at the forefront.
Then, he slightly nodded his head and looked at the members of the Martial Arts Department.