"What did you say?!"
A moment later, Xun Qiong rode a fast horse, unable to care about anything else, and rushed outside.
His martial arts were not high.
Fortunately, the horse's stamina was quite good. Galloping all the way, he saw more and more Jianghu martial artists on the road, his heart becoming increasingly agitated. After a mad rush for several hours, he finally saw the person he had been chasing all along at Dragon's Mouth Cliff. It was just an ordinary-looking young man, similar in age to himself.
In front of him, just as the Jianghu rumors said, there were disciples from the great sects of the thirty-six kingdoms everywhere. Xun Qiong had stayed in the Western Regions for a long time; naturally, he recognized these sect disciples. Feeling the sharp and fierce sword Qi, his limbs went cold.
He wasn't worried that the Master of Divine Martial would be defeated here, but was concerned that his long journey would be in vain if blocked by someone at the last moment.
