C1520 Battle of the Eight Sages

"Arrogant."

"With us, the Eight Saints, how can you be our match no matter how strong you are?"

"Surrender and hand over your secrets. We might consider leaving you with an intact corpse." A Martial Saint scolded.

"Who said I wanted to fight against eight?" The corner of Lu Chen's mouth curled up as he drew a beautiful curve in the air. He smiled and said, "Fourth Uncle