บท 1077: Young Master Zed

Ryu casually swept his Void Spiritual Sense through the surroundings. His patience was limited and he had no intentions of waiting for these people to speak. Since they wanted to stand around and glare at him, impeding his path forward… They could die. 

Ryu reached out both hands and his great swordstaffs snapped into place in his palms. His aura flourished and a towering saber qi rushed into the skies, pulsing with an undeniable pressure. 

Then, he swung. 

The cultivators were completely taken aback, none of them expecting that Ryu would be so decisive. None of them were fools, to being with, they were hesitating about whether they should fight it out now or wait for their most senior disciple to return. 

For one, anyone who could surpass their senior brother was beyond their wildest imagination in strength. Their only real chance, and the reason they hadn't run from the very beginning, was their numbers advantage.