Soon.
Zhang Yuanbin arrived at the square in front of the Dragon Sun Sect.
The square was brightly lit.
The people of the Dragon Sun Sect had turned on the lights here.
Zhang Yuanbin squinted at the scene on the square, and suddenly, he widened his eyes.
"This..."
Zhang Yuanbin couldn't believe it.
This towering owl of Jiangbei Province was now struggling to remain calm, a stormy surge rising in his mind, shaking him to the core.
He saw that on the square, dozens of Dragon Sun Sect disciples were scattered about, lying in all directions, all of them howling in pain, with severe injuries.
And in the center of the square.
There were only two people standing.
One was a burly man with a strong physique, covered in blood, standing among those fallen, imposing as a War God!
The other one was a young man with a calm demeanor, standing with his hands behind his back on the edge of the square.
Zhang Yuanbin suddenly became furious.
