In the Yellow Earth Canyon.
On the official road leading to Citong.
Deep grooves resembling trench-like sword marks were scattered everywhere, along with pits forcibly trampled into the ground.
Jin Yuan panted like an ox, glaring viciously at the black-clad figure opposite him.
His body looked as if it had shrunk, clearly reduced in size.
His complexion was also much duller, and his eyes showed exhaustion unknown to his experiences.
"Are you from the Great Dao Teaching really looking to stir up trouble?!! Ambushing a poor monk in the middle of the road, do you think we don't dare to retaliate?"
He didn't speak this way at first.
Who was he? The dignified Jin Yuan, Grandmaster of the Western Sect, faced with an ambush, naturally would surge forward, crushing everything.
And so he did surge forward, but the two people beside him were no more.
The surge felt exhilarating, yet in that instant, two companions were intercepted and killed.
