Fortunately, Zhuo Qingyang was struck by Zhuan Yang's palm and sent flying. If he had known what these people from the Barbarian Witch Hall were thinking, he would probably have spat out dozens of taels of blood, feeling aggrieved by such unjust accusations.
Regardless, the battle of Zhuo Qingyang at the Third Heaven was clearly no match for Zhuan Yang. It was a contest between completely different levels, with no comparison whatsoever.
However, the experts from the Barbarian Witch Hall quickly shifted their gaze from the still-tumbling Zhuo Qingyang in the sky back to the ground, more precisely, to the increasing number of Innate experts at the entrance of the Broken Dragon Platform.
"Martial Arts Hall!"
As soon as they saw these people dressed in uniform blue samurai attire with the distinctive insignia of the Martial Arts Hall, it revealed their identities.
