With the embroidered-robed man's shout, dozens of Martial Artists wielding golden Long Spears rushed forward. Although their Cultivation Levels were only at the fifth level of Ascension Realm, they coordinated perfectly, emanating a fearsome aura.
Unfortunately, they were facing Zheng Ming.
Just as they were about to attack, the roar of a heavenly horse echoed from the void, and with it, a little girl in green clothes dashed down, "Brother Niu, you might not be slow, but how did you manage to arrive earlier than us?"
The dozen or so Martial Artists ready to attack hesitated upon seeing the girl step down from the War Chariot pulled by heavenly horses.
Even the man who had been beaten changed his expression.
"Piaopiao, where have you been these days, young lady? Do you know how worried the ancestor has been? You'll be in trouble when you get home this time."
