C207 He Provoked the Dignity of the Monarch Alliance

"Master War God?" The martial artist called out once more, but Zhao Han remained unresponsive.

A hush had fallen over the Illusion Realm.

The air around them grew subtly more suffocating.

Despite its menacing presence, the Heavenly Cold Sword remained still.

The martial artist kept his composure, his eyes darting between Zhao Han and the Heavenly Cold Sword