The cultivators around them all wore looks of sudden realization upon hearing this. It was their first time here as well; they had come only for Unrivaled City's reputation and knew nothing at all.
Luckily, they had experts leading them. Otherwise, if they barged in rashly, they could very well lose their lives. After all, they only had one life, and they did not dare act too recklessly.
Just then, the great powers in the sky could no longer remain still and charged toward Unrivaled City one after another.
"Hahaha, Rootless old ghost, after all these years, has that little thing of yours grown back yet? Hahaha!"
"Damn it, Sword Venerable! If you bring that up again, I'll make you miss this opportunity today."
"Hahaha, Unrivaled City, here I come! The archive room inside Unrivaled City belongs to my Sword Pavilion. I ask everyone to give Sword Pavilion some face."
"Sword Pavilion? A mere third-rate faction dares to spout such wild nonsense?"
The great powers laughed boisterously, trading barbs as they entered Unrivaled City.
These great powers often went into seclusion for hundreds or even thousands of years at a time, with no chance to socialize with others. Now that they had come here, they had encountered old friends and enemies they had not seen in years.
On a whim, they naturally could not resist engaging in a war of words.
"Come on, Junior Brother. Let's go in too. It looks pretty fun."
Taiyuan's eyes gleamed as he grabbed Ye Buqu and flew toward Unrivaled City. Down on the ground, a young man blended into the crowd, his eyes fixed intently on Unrivaled City.
"Master, what do you think? Can we go in now?"
Ye Hong whispered to the master within his ring.
"Don't rush. The fighting inside Unrivaled City