"I want to know why?"
A Divine Sense from ancient times smiled and spoke.
His voice was very, very soft, but that deep and distant fist intent rapidly spread through Ten Thousand Mile City, centered on the courtyard.
Throughout Ten Thousand Mile City, that refined voice rang in everyone's ears. Martial Warriors and cultivators alike turned to look.
In the Chen Clan Leader's residence and the courtyards of the Chen Clan elders, all the old men rose to their feet, their eyes filled with astonishment as they turned toward the same place.
Unlike the overwhelming fist intent that had filled the sky above Ten Thousand Mile City's walls back then, all the old men merely found this novel, wondering why the clan leader had actually imparted fist intent to an outsider.
Now, none of them could sit still. They hurried toward the courtyard on Martial Cliff Road!
On the streets, the men and women of the Chen Clan put down everything in their hands and rushed over.
The visiting Martial Warriors and cultivators had no idea what was happening, but they were certain it was connected to their "Auditory Hallucination" just now!
"Tell me—why do you practice martial arts?"
Another light, airy voice rang out, but it did not come from this tiny courtyard. It came from the ten-thousand-zhang-high sky above Ten Thousand Mile City.
As this "Dharma Sound" descended, a massive vortex of martial fortune began sweeping through the sky above Ten Thousand Mile City, especially magnificent, like a dragon sucking up water.
Below Ten Thousand Mile City, endless sand was whipped into the air.
Outside the Demon Race World military camp, the untransformed wolf demons lay prostrate on the ground, trembling all over and sticking out their tongues nonstop, just like huskies.
Several stone demons hurriedly curled up