C11 The Battle of Sects

"Divine Marquis, the World Martial Art Championship has invited all the heroes in the world. It would be inappropriate if we only lack disciples from the Secret Service, right?"

Hu! Hu! Hu!

At this moment, a sedan rose from the city gate and slowly landed on the ground. Behind them, a group of golden-armored guards lined up in two rows, with their heads held high and their chests puffed out