Chapter 455 – Lard Wenson
In the Cinnabar Sect—
High above the sect grounds, an old man with a malicious expression hovered midair, standing atop a flying sword.
Disciples from all corners of the sect stared up at him in panic.
Just moments ago, this very man had unleashed a deafening roar. The sword intent carried in his voice had shaken the entire sect.
If not for the protective array shielding them, that roar could have killed numerous disciples on the spot.
"Lard, what the hell do you mean by this?"
Mark stepped out with a darkened face.
He recognized the intruder immediately—Lard Wenson, an elder from the Ghost Sword Sect. A man not to be underestimated, Lard had likely reached the mid-stage of the Golden Crystal Realm.
The Ghost Sword Sect and the Cinnabar Sect had always had a tense, if not outright hostile, relationship.
But few had ever dared to provoke the Cinnabar Sect so blatantly. Lard was one of those rare few.
After all, the mountain-protecting array of the Cinnabar Sect was no joke.