Wo Niu Ridge, the location of the fruit tree the Silver Seraph had mentioned.
Lin Shuguang passed through the outskirts of Wanxing Mountain. As soon as he reached Wo Niu Ridge, he saw martial artists everywhere. They crowded the surrounding peaks, the foot of the mountains, and even some towering ancient trees.
Some of these people had kept watch all night, while others had stayed for three full days and nights, guarding the place ever since the Divine Tree appeared. Those who had not lost their lives were either lucky or good at lying low, but either was a skill.
Unlike the obvious, sharp conflicts in the outskirts, the various factions within Wo Niu Ridge each held their own ground, maintaining a delicate atmosphere of noninterference.
But everyone knew this peace was an illusion. Once the real battle for possession began, the slaughter hidden beneath this calm would be laid bare. Then it would be a fight to the death, with no telling who would survive.
Lin Shuguang picked out a peak and was about to head up when someone unfortunately blocked his way. "The Thunderclap Martial Hall has already claimed this place. Scram!"
His attitude was vile, making it plain that he thought Lin Shuguang would be easy to bully because he was alone.
Lin Shuguang kept walking forward.
The man's expression turned cold, and he drew his saber on the spot. But in that very instant-
Lin Shuguang snatched the saber from his hand, accompanied by a thunderous ring of steel.
Shlick-
Disbelief filled the man's face. He clutched his throat as blood spurted out, but his mouth, which tried to cry for help, could only make rasping sounds.
Thud!
Without so much as looking at him, Lin Shuguang kicked him away, sending him flying like a cannonball