This ancient style of racing reminded Lu Yin of his days on Earth. Back then, he had spent two years on Earth, and races were often held in the outskirts of the city where he lived. He had gone to watch them when he had nothing else to do, stirring up his nostalgia. Back when he was on True Yu Star, he had even raced against others.
The air above Aurora Fortress City was crisscrossed with aerial bridges. The surroundings were illuminated by lights, especially those overhead, which shone like the sun and lit up the racing cars and their drivers.
Countless people stood on both sides of the bridges, while the buildings around them were also packed with people shouting and cheering. There was no shortage of beautiful women among them.
This place was filled with passion and ostentation. No one feared being arrogant—what they feared was not being arrogant enough.
All the cars rolled on four wheels, but each model was more domineering than the last. Some took the form of beasts, some looked like spaceships, and others were shaped directly like swords. The most outrageous one was shaped like a beautiful woman, making anyone who saw it wince.
With a roar, hundreds of racing cars shot out and vanished in the blink of an eye.
The city was enormous, perfectly capable of accommodating those speeding cars.
Young Master Zhi took the lead, with a beautiful woman in the passenger seat screaming incessantly. Every racing car had a beautiful woman sitting beside the driver.
Before long, collisions began. This kind of race did not forbid crashing. After all, cultivators would be fine even if their cars exploded.
The constant collisions beat out the rhythm of the night, stirring the entire city into a frenzy.
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