"Dong—"
"Dong—"
The majestic sound of the bell echoed from the top floor of the Zhenyang Building.
Beams of immortal light rose from it.
At the top of the Zhenyang Building, three old men in green immortal robes stood there.
The leading figure, with the interweaving of immortal and divine light on his body, had an ancient face exuding majesty.
The other two were also enveloped in immortal aura, and their vitality seemed to penetrate the heavens and earth.
"Cao Jianqiu has sent a message. The three junior cultivators who intend to contend with Zhenyang Building have arrived 100,000 miles away," the elder on the left sneered.
"Cao Jianqiu is nothing more than that. He can't even suppress the small ants of the third floor."
The middle-aged cultivator on the right snorted.
There was a black sword on his back with traces of green light.