Clop-clop-clop—
Yellow mud splashed as Jiang Dali, wearing a bamboo hat and mounted on a tall horse, gradually came into view near the teahouse. His gaze fell upon the several groups fighting outside.
"There really are people from the Sun Moon Divine Cult here."
Seeing the few men among the groups dressed in bizarre attire, Jiang Dali's eyes lit up slightly.
Then he looked toward the dozen or so players with nicknames floating above their heads.
As these players ran, they pounced like wolves and charged like tigers, carrying a certain air of might. All of them were agile and capable, with the bearing of soldiers.
"There are players too? And from the looks of it, they seem to be people who had quite some fame in my previous life. What were they called—Thirteen Riders of Yanbei? Interesting."
Jiang Dali watched the dozen or so players for a moment.
Just then, several players died on the spot, turning into white light and vanishing.
Jiang Dali pondered briefly. Only when a quest prompt appeared on his interface did a faint smile curl across his lips. He glanced at the Shaolin monk, who was already severely injured, and immediately urged his horse forward.
The moment Jiang Dali had appeared, all three sides had noticed him.
Now, seeing him ride over, their expressions varied.
One of the Sun Moon Divine Cult swordsmen shouted, "The Sun Moon Divine Cult is conducting business! Uninvolved parties, do not interfere!"
Jiang Dali's gaze remained calm as he continued galloping forward.
Clop-clop-clop—
The urgent hoofbeats swiftly darkened the faces of several Sun Moon Divine Cult members.
"Great, reinforcements have arrived."
"Judging by his bearing, he should be strong. Everyone, hold on!"
The players all looked overjoyed.
"Kill him!"
A member of the Sun Moon Divine Cult immediately leaped