Chapter 445: The Sun-Setting Banner (7)
A young girl's voice rang out.
"If you've seen enough, get lost."
Her tone was extremely high-handed.
Thunk.
A spear shaft was firmly planted in the sunken ground.
"Yangyang is not a place where martial artists can come and go as they please."
Standing effortlessly on the tip of the silver spear, shaped like a flag, the girl scanned the members of the Murim Alliance.
As she slowly moved her head, the ends of her black hair brushed against her nape, making a faint swick sound. Each strand of her hair carried immense internal energy.
Meanwhile, the sleeves covering her arms were pitch-black, extending almost to the ground. Some of the martial artists caught sight of the yellow character inscribed on her shoulder, and their expressions brightened.
"Senior Ak...!"
One of the men, overcome with emotion, exclaimed aloud—only to collapse with a loud thud.
An invisible shockwave from an external energy attack had struck his forehead.