A long shadow was left as the setting sun shined on the great city. Feng Feiyun, Mo Chongji, Bai Ruxue, and fifty soldiers riding fierce mounts were approaching.

However, once they were one thousand feet away, someone told them to stop: “Hold it there.”

Next were golden arrows shooting out. Each as big as a pillar and more than sharp enough. They shot out like rays and cut through the wind to stop the group’s path.

Mo Chongji shouted back: “Who is bold enough to stop the Divine King from entering the city?”

Meanwhile, Chen Daoran was put in a tough position. He was the governor of Ancient Jiang but didn’t actually possess any real authority.

The sixth tribe lord, Chang Dakai, posed with his great axe. His head slightly tilted as he smiled: “Never heard of this Divine King, that’s only a brat whose lips still wet with...