Yang Dao is an orphan. He does not speak much. He is so introverted that if not for his grades no one would have even known about him. One day it all changed. A red helicopter landed in front of him and a black-haired beauty walked up to him. She spoke in a joyful and emotional voice, "Young Master, this servant finally found you." ... Follow Yang Dao, a boy blessed by the heavens. A guy who was given four familiar spirits by the heavens. DISCLAIMER: THE COVER IMAGE DOES NOT BELONG TO ME.
Yang Dao saw Shakti standing in front of him as she held a long sword in her hands. The boy could sense the ferocity of her aura. He said, "Senior sister, how about we all move to a place meant for fighting, you see, I have just set up the array, you will ruin my backyard."
The others broke into laughter while Shakti glared at the boy. She scoffed and turned around. The group came over to the square where the disciples would publically challenge each other. This place also held Life and Deathmatches, however, it has been ages since someone fought with their lives at the stake here.
The arrival of the group attracted a lot of attention and the people greeted them, they were a group of top new and old prime disciples. Alisha was not the prime disciple but she was not below them either, her talent spoke for herself. At the moment, the battle platform was occupied by two people fighting with great gusto.
Shakti said, "Why are they so slow?"