C937 Disaster

Noon time.

The sun shone down, and the golden sunlight pierced through the clouds, casting down a dazzling light.

Under the scorching sun, everyone was a martial artist. Naturally, no one felt the heat.

It was just that the atmosphere was a little dull, as if it was because it was too hot. No one was willing to speak loudly, but the crowd was in an uproar.

On the People's Peak