A Sword From the Horizon
A voice suddenly echoed across the battlefield.
"How shameless!"
The voice thundered across the area, cutting through the heavy silence like a blade splitting still water.
"The junior lost, then the senior came out to support him."
"Is this the bearing of Prison Holy Sect?"
"Can't they afford to lose...?"
Everyone was stunned when they heard this.
The crowd instantly fell silent.
Eyes widened one after another as heads turned toward the source of the voice.
Who dared?
Who actually had the courage to speak to a Prison Holy Sect elder in such a manner?
Even Ronan's cold expression stiffened for a moment.
Slowly, a figure walked out from the crowd.
Harry Taylor.
His black hair swayed slightly under the wind as he stepped forward with raised shoulders and an expression that looked surprisingly confident.
Only...
If someone looked closely, they would notice his legs trembling slightly.
Inside, Harry was practically crying.
