Lu Ming takes action

Lu Ming's expression changed. From BA he's words, he could tell something.

Bach had clearly said 'a small burning sun Empire', but before he could finish, he had moved away.

This was very strange. If he was from the Dongyi tribe, he would never say this. Could it be that BA he was not from the Dongyi tribe? He wasn't even from the burning sun Empire?

But if he wasn't from the burning sun Empire, what was he doing with the Dongyi tribe?

Lu Ming's thoughts were flying.

The people from the mystical sword sect all had unsightly expressions on their faces. For a moment, no one else stepped up to fight.

There were a few fourth grade great Martial Master realm experts present, but they were all rather old, far older than 22 years old. If they were to fight, they would become a joke.

The soldiers on the city wall were also silent.

In their eyes, the mystical sword sect was a Holy Land of martial arts where experts were as common as clouds.