Hai City Martial Pavilion Headquarters.
As a convoy entered the gates, the guards immediately closed them behind, enveloping the entire Martial Pavilion Headquarters in a cloud of taut, battle-ready tension.
The car stopped, the door opened, and Zhou Yu got out.
Stepping out of the car, he saw nearly a thousand people standing densely packed in the courtyard.
The cultivation of these people varied.
Most were Martial Artists of the Visible, Hidden, and Transforming Energy levels.
Of course, there were also some of the Innate Realm and even a few of the Saint Realm level.
No sooner had Zhou Yu emerged from the car than he was surrounded by these people whose eyes were filled with ferocity and rage.
Seeing this formation, Zhou Yu smiled faintly.
"Wow, this is quite the welcome parade, isn't it?"
At this moment, a path parted within the crowd, and Xiang Yinglong strode forward to confront Zhou Yu, looking at him coldly.
