The group of martial artists gathered at the exits on both sides of their respective carriages. 

“Tsk, I can’t believe this is happening to me.”

“Twenty minutes, right? Thank goodness there’s only one Thunderclap Mastiff. There’s quite a few of us, we should be able to hold it off.” 

The martial artists chatted among themselves. They had all voluntarily stepped up without reminders; that was just the duty of a martial artist. 

“All spiritual cultivators and martial artists with weapons, please head to the last carriage.” 

It was a simple instruction but they all knew what was happening. The last carriage contained all of the weapons owned...