He Chuan leisurely arrived in front of the Alliance Army's Commander-in-chief's tent.
The Alliance Army's soldiers formed a massive encirclement, but no one could get close enough to him.
They could only stand outside and clamor, but He Chuan was too lazy to care.
Or it could be said that the Alliance Army's level was too low, and they did not have the qualifications to make him move.
Four half-step saint cultivators' aura locked onto him firmly. If there were any unusual movements, they would surround and attack him.
"Although you are powerful, you are not our match. It is best that you do not participate in the battle between the Imperial Court and the vassal Kings. Leave as soon as possible, so you do not lose your life." TMonkonk in green walked out and said to He Chuan.
In their opinion, even if He Chuan were a half-step saint cultivator, it would be difficult for him to fight against the four of them.