0854: Wrath Is a Fire in the Heart, Capable of Burning a Forest of Merit! (Monthly Ticket Request)

The experts from the major sects—Shaolin, Emei, Jingnian Zen Sect, Kunlun, Tang Sect, Sanmao Palace, and others—were resting their feet.

Yet one sedan chair was still being carried at speed through the torrential rain by four burly men.

The four men had carried the sedan chair like this for a full six days, resting only two hours each day along the way. The rest of the time, they traveled ceaselessly like old horses that knew no fatigue.

If no one had seen the four men eat, drink, relieve themselves, and sleep each day, they might already have been mistaken for living-dead zombies refined by the Corpse Herding Sect.

Even so, their leg strength and stamina were astonishing. Each was a first-rate external martial arts expert; otherwise, they could never have carried the sedan chair over four thousand li in six days.

In order to keep up with them, experts from the major sects, including Shaolin's Xuan Ci, had no choice but to travel on horseback. They had even left behind many disciples who had followed them all the way, preparing to attack Black Wind Stronghold.

It was not that their speed was insufficient, but that their stamina could not keep up.

If they too traveled day and night without rest, then by the time they reached Black Wind Stronghold, the Black Wind Stronghold Master would hardly need to lift a finger before they all collapsed. That would be no different from sheep walking into a tiger's jaws. Thus, the closer they drew to Black Wind Stronghold, the more suspicious the sect experts became—what exactly was the Rogue King planning? Did he truly not intend to join forces with them? Why did everything he did seem so strange, as though he were deliberately disrupting their rhythm?

Their suspicions were not without