"Who said the Murong Family's martial arts surpass the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms?"
The voice was not especially loud, yet it reached everyone's ears with perfect clarity.
When Ye Weiming heard that voice, a smile crept onto his face. He then said to Sanyue and Fei Yu beside him, "See that? In the main world, especially in main storyline quests related to Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils, never think of elevating yourself by belittling the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms. You'll get slapped in the face! And it'll be instant karma—the especially fast kind."
Fei Yu wore a faint, popcorn-munching smile at those words, while Sanyue nodded repeatedly, looking as though she had understood everything and learned a valuable lesson.
Hoofbeats rumbled like thunder as more than ten riders swept up the mountain like a gale. Every rider wore a black felt cloak over black cloth garments. The men looked like tigers, the horses like dragons; the riders were nimble, and their mounts were magnificent. Every horse was tall and long-legged, covered entirely in black fur. As they drew close, the gathered heroes' eyes lit up. Golden light flashed—it turned out that every horse wore horseshoes forged from gold. There were nineteen riders in total. Though their numbers were not great, their imposing momentum was like that of a vast army. The first eighteen riders reached the crowd and pulled their horses apart to either side, allowing the final rider to gallop out from between them.
A large number of Beggar's Sect members suddenly cried out, "Chief Qiao! Chief Qiao!" Hundreds of them rushed out from the crowd and bowed before the rider.
The man was Xiao Feng.
Ever since he had stepped down as chief of the Beggar's Sect, he had assumed that every disciple in the sect regarded him as a