Feng Shili saw a group of strangers flying towards them from afar, thus he stopped in midair. He waited for the other group to arrive. Now that he had seen this group of outsiders, he was in no hurry.

From the distance, Huang Xiaolong and the others spotted a group of Barbarians waiting for them. However, Huang Xiaolong’s group neither slowed down nor accelerated as they continued to fly forward at the same speed.

A short while later, Huang Xiaolong, Jiang Hong, and the rest were standing in the air, facing Feng Shili’s group.

“Punk, you’re finally here. I’ve been waiting for you a few days now.” Feng Shili watched Huang Xiaolong through an icy gaze, and chuckled coldly, “Quite fast, aren’t you? I heard from my subordinates that you guys were traveling on a low-grade grandmist flying ship?!”

A light of greed glimmered in Feng Shili’s eyes at the mention of...