The martial warriors that arrived with the white-haired elder got moving. They scattered and surrounded Wang Teng in the center.
Edward and the others looked at the sky. They were curious. After all the fights in the past, how much energy did Wang Teng have remaining?
Could he stop these people?
Wang Teng glanced around him, his gaze chilly and icy. His patience was gone. Since these people were being unreasonable, he didn't mind creating a bigger scene. He would let them know what regret tasted like.
If he didn't reply, they might think that he was easy to bully.
The atmosphere was tense. The daggers were drawn and a huge battle was imminent.
"Stop!"
Right then, a shout came from afar. It was accompanied by a sonic boom, and multiple figures flew over from the peak at a frightening speed. They landed in front of everyone.
"Great Sage Fara!"
"Your highness!"