There were quite a few of the Grand Xia’s warriors staring at Long Chen’s back from the western gate. They were full of reverence.

Although Long Chen’s time in the Grand Xia Ancient Nation had been short, practically everyone in the Grand Xia knew him.

In the Four Nations Ancient Remnant, he had instantly killed Li Wanji and Han Bijun, then on his own, he had fought against five incredibly powerful experts, preventing the Grand Xia’s army from being completely annihilated.

Now that he was leaving, they had a bad taste in their mouths. Even these guards knew that the ancient races had long since laid down a heaven-encompassing net and were just waiting for Long Chen to leave.

After an hour of travel, Long Chen suddenly sneered. He took out an iron pot and a hammer, banging the hammer against the pot like a gong.

Clearing his throat, he began to sing, “The emperor sent me to patrol the mountains, but he warned me to beware! Little bastards nest within these mountains! An iron pot opens the way, little bastards scramble to the side…”

Long Chen banged the pot as he sang. It was...