บท 1670: Mighty

The stone bricks sunk one by one, and an underground passage came into view.

The people in the hall were elated. Then, just as they were about to head down, unexpectedly they heard brisk footsteps coming up from below.

Everyone held their breaths and were on their guards.

In a moment, a handsome young man walked out from the passage.

Immediately, there was an uproar, followed by laughter. The people who had gotten their guards up realized that it was just a young man. They lost their wariness and instead got interested.

The young man was laughing as well. He looked at everyone with a huge smile on his face.

There were five people from the Fire Dragon Race's team and ten or more treasure hunters.

Most of them were in the early stage of Martial Sovereign, which was what people called the strong warriors known as Venerable Sovereigns.

"Brat, who allowed you to laugh?"