Most of the disciples of the Zenith Sword Sect shot Marshall Morgan a cold, killing gaze before charging toward the Light Gate.
"Brother Skylark, you must be careful!"
Shane Moore warned with a very grave expression.
"Brother Moore, rest assured, beneath the Seventh Realm of Great Martial Masters, I fear no one."
Marshall Morgan smiled slightly, full of confidence.
During this time, he had rigorously trained in Tempest Valley, gained much, and greatly enhanced his combat strength, naturally giving him this confidence.
"I believe in Brother Skylark; those people from the Zenith Sword Sect won't be able to pose a threat to you."
Shane Moore replied.
Scenes from a month ago, when he sparred with Marshall Morgan, were still vivid in his mind.
"Let's go in!"
Shane Moore said.
Marshall Morgan nodded and rushed into the Light Gate together with Shane Moore.
