บท 1377: Wind

"Yuan Xiaotian, you are too arrogant."

Jiang Chen wasn't the only primary-stage Martial Emperor in the tower, and, after an uproar arose for a moment, a person came out of the 20th floor. He possessed an imposing manner that rivaled a mighty army's, and he charged at the person atop the hall's table.

"It's Xu Sheng!"

"He's also among the strongest group of people below the third rank, and his fame is even more resounding than Yuan Xiaotian's became he's only a primary-stage Martial Emperor."

"It's no wonder that he dares to fight back."

The people present here discussed this matter. They were all aware that a great battle would be unavoidable.

When ten yards were still left until Xu Sheng reached the ground, his aura rose in intensity, while acute golden light appeared suddenly, as vigorous power erupted out of him.