Chapter 678: Great Exhibition of Martial Prowess

Inside another two-story small building, Gesangjor, who was donned in a jersey, stood by the window with arms folded in the back. His eyes were unfocused and were evidently in deep thought about something. Behind him, sulky old men looked down with eyes on their noses and the thoughts in their hearts just like they were statues.

"I need an answer," said Gesangjor in a solemn tone after suddenly turning around and casting his sight on the two old men.

One of the old men slowly raised his head, flipped his eyelids and said, "This is nothing but a risky gamble. Win and our Venom Sect will have endless advantages. Lose and we'll be beyond redemption. You're the Sect Master of our Venom Sect, and we shall follow every decision you make."