His eyes were full of disdain.

"The weakest among those who can come here are the Eight-Star Martial Emperor, and are qualified to participate in the assessment of the Galaxy Sword Sect."

"Who do you think you are? A mere one-star Martial Emperor."

"How did you get in?"

Next to them, the two monks also mocked and echoed, and their tone became even more vicious.

At this time, what happened here also alarmed the owner here.

This banquet was held in the city lord's palace.

The city lord just showed his face and went to socialize with other strong men of the Galaxy Sword Sect.

Therefore, here now, the housekeeper of the city lord's palace is responsible for it with a few deacons.

A deacon, seeing this situation, walked over quickly.

When he saw Zhou Qingyu, his face was full of respect and flattery: "Mr. Zhou, what's going on?"
Chapter completed!