At this moment, Old Xiu, Master Wuji, and Su Yuexian's three parties had already gathered outside the territory of the Thousand Kings Holy Tower.
They had also begun arranging their retreat route.
Before reaching the bounds of Wind Thunder City, Sikong Jing had met with them and arranged large numbers of little demon beasts to conceal their auras and the like. After all, the Thousand Kings Holy Tower had also dispatched many men to patrol the area.
Although no one dared to openly make trouble with great fanfare, Pei Kuang was also worried that the Tyrant Heaven Chamber of Commerce might make moves in secret...
Walking through Wind Thunder City's territory, Sikong Jing naturally saw the bustling crowds all around. It was not only top-tier major sects that came to the Thousand Kings Holy Tower; all manner of minor sects and factions came as well.
Some had come to try their luck, to see whether they could flatter the major sects into favor and make friends with them.
Others had simply come to join in the excitement and broaden their horizons.
Many more had come to participate in the Thousand Kings Holy Son's martial companion battle. If they could be chosen by the Thousand Kings Holy Son, Pei Yusheng, as his martial companion, their future would be bright beyond measure. Leading their entire sect to soar into prosperity would no longer be a fantasy.
Suddenly, a beast carriage sped past Sikong Jing...
"Faster, faster! Today is the last day of the martial companion battle."
"There are simply too many people coming. If we can't pass through Thousand Kings City smoothly, then pass Hundred Venerables City's Holy Son martial companion qualification, we won't be able to enter Ten Emperors City. We wasted too much time on the road."
Amid such cries,