"Young master, three days from now happens to be the Peace Festival of the Xuantian Ancient Country, and the powerful fighters of the Xuantian Ancient Country should all be gathered in the Imperial City of the Xuantian Emperor City. Our journey this time is dangerous."
This was what Ao Rulong reported to Ye Xuan three days ago.
"Isn't that perfect?" Ye Xuan's retort left Ao Rulong speechless.
Now, standing before the Xuantian Emperor City with Ye Xuan, Ao Rulong had already dispelled his inner worries.
He was a formidable warrior in the art of fist fighting, where the essence is to forge ahead, breaking all rules with a single punch.
If there are obstructions in the mind, it is detrimental to the way of the fist.
Especially after practicing the "Thunder Roar Ancient" bestowed by Young Master Ye Xuan, Ao Rulong was even more convinced of this.
Now, he faintly felt that he was about to step into the Supreme Realm.
Just a tiny bit away.
