Hearing that voice, Northern Martial Zen's face suddenly changed, his gaze shifting intensely to the approaching road, his fists clenching tightly in an instant.
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, three more vehicles rushed up from the foot of the mountain. The vehicles stopped in the plaza, and from them emerged a group of people, led by none other than Prince Wan Yan.
"Wan Yan Zong, you've come too!" Ao Wuchang's face grew cold, and he said in a deep voice, "Hmph, with your level of skill, do you really think you can gain any advantage by coming here? I advise you to go back early, lest you lose your life here. It wouldn't be worth it!"
