The storm before the competition

In the early morning, when the golden sun shone on the earth, the peaceful Tianshui town had returned to the bustling traffic of yesterday. A black carriage slowly drove into the city. Dozens of strong Men in Black armor guarded the carriage. They carried giant axes, sabers, and hammers on their backs. Their steps were in sync, and with every step they took, the ground trembled with a muffled sound. At the same time, they exuded a suffocating pressure.

Seeing this group of people, whether it was the merchants or the local residents of heavenly water Town, they all avoided them, standing on both sides of the road in fear, not even daring to look at their sharp eyes.

Meng clan! Even if they couldn't recognize the clan badge on the carriage, they could tell from these Men's Physique, which was clearly a head taller than the others, and their black armor that they were from the Meng clan, one of the three great clans of the small realm.