The movement of that palm hook was so conspicuous.
The mockery and provocation it represented were equally apparent.
This movement made the Mechanical Masters of the 121 Wind Travelers on the hill feel a burning heat on their faces.
Meanwhile, Shang Xiong's cold gaze grew somber, his eyes narrowing as he looked at the Great Moon Sacrifice, his palm trembling slightly.
It's not fear, it's not anger, but a thrill of impending myth termination.
It's not the invincible myth of Fierce Sun Galanold driving the Great Moon Sacrifice within the Babon Duchy that will be ended by him.
When one myth is terminated, it is the beginning of another's rise.
"Lieutenant Colonel Shang, I am willing to be the vanguard."
A voice full of fiery passion resounded within the communication channel.
Shang Xiong cast a faint glance; it was the captain of the fourth squad, a remarkable disciple he had trained, Su Muhe.
"You may."
