"You refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit. Chester, I'll send you to accompany your dead father!"
The middle-aged man with the sword on his back from the Zenith Sword Sect flared up instantly when Chester ignored him, unleashing an icy killing intent.
"Zenith Sword Sect, treacherous rebels, if I don't die today, I swear I will level Mount Zenith in the future!"
Upon hearing the insult towards his father, a cold killing intent flashed in Chester's eyes.
"Hahaha, you think you can level Mount Zenith? That's the biggest joke I've heard in decades, the most laughable joke!"
The man with the sword on his back burst into laughter.
"And you think you can escape today? Within a few miles, we've already encircled you with a hundred thousand troops, and Zenith Sword Sect's elites have sealed the skies and the ground. You can't escape, nor can anyone get in, haha!"
The man with the sword on his back laughed mockingly.
"Is that so? Then how did I get in?"
