"Bastards! All of you, shut up! You sniveling coward! All you do is hide and pull cheap tricks! Do you dare show yourself and fight?!" As the crowd murmured, a dust-covered Zhang Lie roared, his face ashen. His eyes were tinged with red, a sign of bloodlust, as he scanned his surroundings for the perpetrator. But there was no one in sight.
"As you wish."
From high above, Mu Chen sneered and shook his head. He took a single step, and with a surge of Thunder Light, he vanished from before the Elders' eyes with a SWISH. An ethereal voice descended from the heavens, seeming to surround the entire Main Hall Square and making it impossible to discern its origin. The only thing the crowd was certain of was that this person was not one of the thirty-five of them!
