บท 143: Suppressing the Whole Scene with a Raise of the Hand

"What? Tristan Yandell, one of the capital's three great governors!"

Most of the martial artists who had escaped death found it hard to believe it.

Such an important figure had actually come to deal with them personally.

However, the skinny martial artist's eyes were filled with disbelief. He even questioned, "You're following the Northern King's order? Impossible! The Northern King is far away in the northern territory. How could he give you a killing order?"

Just as he had finished speaking.

"Look at the top of the mountain! Who is he?!"

Tristan glanced at this group of reckless people.

The skinny martial artist raised his head and looked at the top of the mountain. There was a young man in white standing there. They might not recognize the young man, but they recognized the Qilin symbol on the northern flag!

Only the commander of the northern army could wear the gold gilded Qilin robe.