Broken walls, foundations smothered by wild grass, and old rotten tiles... all these narrate the desolation of this place.
A group of people were dumbfounded; such a small and insignificant sect had produced a young man who had beaten one of the six elites of the Celestials Clan to the point of wailing miserably.
"I... come from... the Celestials Clan!" Kunmo used all his strength to roar this out with a trembling voice.
His eyes were fierce as he stared at Shi Hao, observing his reaction. The fact that a large clan had come in force meant something significant and was surely enough to terrify many smaller factions.
Because he wasn't representing an individual, but a school.
Shi Hao widened his eyes, staring intently at him.
Kunmo initially was burning with anger, but seeing Shi Hao like this, he thought he was scared and felt proud in his heart, the might of the Celestials Clan still commanded fear and respect from all directions.
