RUMBLE—
Steeds neighed wildly as dust clouds billowed.
A group of more than twenty riders galloped out of the city, their violent momentum shaking the very ground, and soon appeared before the sea of people.
Countless pairs of eyes, filled with curiosity, awe, and adoration, immediately looked up.
The next moment, a collective shock struck their hearts. They felt a primal, instinctual fear that demanded submission, and they all lowered their heads deeply.
The leader.
Majestic as a Divine Mountain, with a presence that could devour dragons and tigers!
It was none other than Wu Dao—a man whose legend in Tan County was almost mythical, yet who was as elusive as a divine dragon, rarely showing his face.
A simple, pure black martial arts uniform covered his towering nine-foot frame—a physique that would make anyone gasp in awe. His face was like cold steel, radiating an intimidating aura without a hint of anger.
