Ni Henian walked along the central street filled with the corpses of cultivators and Central Continent Guards.

There were one or two Central Continent soldiers who charged at him, but when they only approached his body, they already flew out.

His hands didn’t even move an inch.

Perhaps it was out of fear towards a powerful individual in this world, just like when a mouse saw a cat, there wouldn’t be any Central Continent Guards who approached him.

A carriage slowly moved out from the fleet behind Wen Xuanshu.

This carriage was extremely new, just that after continuously traveling these two days, the axles were grinded extremely severely.

The carriage’s windows and doors were all shut. There was too much dust that rushed out, making one feel as if this was a coffin that had just been dug up from the earth.

Ni Henian looked at this carriage that rushed out, a pensive look appearing on his face, stopping.

“If one wishes to ascend True Dragon Mountain, in the end, one still has to fight against daoist immortals.”

While looking at the carriage he passed by and Ni Henian on the Imperial Palace’s central street, a Central Continent Guard Order Transmission Officer’s face produced a hint of a bitter smile.

Regardless of whether it was the Central Continent Guards...