"Go, all of you. I have only one request. Don't die too soon," Lu Sheng said with a smile.
"What about you, Boss?" Bach stretched his limbs. He shook his strong body slowly. He struck a pose as if he was attacking with his palm. He seemed to be reminiscing his domineering palm techniques which he had dominated the federation with.
"Me?" Lu Sheng glanced at the White Feather Army below. The big and tall man in the thick black cloak looked up at him as well.
The sides of the man's armor were lines with sharp sawteeth that resembled dragon's wings. He had two sharp horns on his head, and the huge tail behind him was longer than his body.
"This is a good opportunity for me to see what this academy is hiding." Lu Sheng lifted his arm. A pitch-black streamlined form-fitting armor slowly walked out of the darkness behind him.