"Fellow Daoist, did you just come out from the Secret Realm?" Everyone looked at Tang Feng curiously.
"No, I was just passing through. What's going on here?" Tang Feng stood atop a Seventh-Grade Top-Grade Divine Sword.
Such a level of Divine Sword was exceedingly rare. Even among the Ten Great Sects, there might only be one or two. How could a mere Emperor Realm cultivator possess it?
Flaunting it so openly was bound to provoke others' greed, wasn't it?
At the very least, the three groups now stared intently at Tang Feng. This was an ominous formation no matter how one looked at it.
It wasn't as though he was a criminal.
"Ladies and gentlemen, I have matters to attend to. I'll be taking my leave first."
"Wait!"
Tang Feng was blocked. One of them could no longer hold back.
"Young man, could we find a place to talk? I have some matters to discuss," said an elder, his demeanor seemingly kind.
However, the yin energy in his gaze betrayed his thoughts.
