Outside the Xuantian Dao Sect, many war chariots surrounded the gates. Each of those war chariots emitted powerful divine pressure. Each of them was a divine item, and the pressure was so suffocating that the Xuantian Dao Sect’s disciples were pale.

Although they had yet to enter a battle state, just seeing so many powerful war chariots was frightening. 

Each chariot had its own specific mark. The lead chariot was marked with a giant pill furnace. That was Pill Valley’s mark.

The valley master, Yu Xiaoyun, was standing in the air, his hands clasped behind his back. He looked down at the Xuantian Dao Sect, his gaze as sharp as a blade.

Not far from the valley master was another war chariot. Inside was a large man with a violet-gold crown on his head. His clone had previously been destroyed by Long Chen. He was the ancient family alliance’s head, Di Long.

Di Long’s expression was icy today. The destruction of his clone had not been forgotten by him....