"Those in front, move along or get the hell out of the way. Don't block the road!" Since Xu Zimo was standing on the narrow path, which could only accommodate one person, everyone behind him had been blocked outside.
Xu Zimo glanced up at the speaker, then quickly strode forward. When he was about to reach the very bottom of Trapped Void Island, he stomped down hard with his right foot.
The path that had supported them instantly shattered.
"Kid, you're courting death!" someone behind him shouted furiously.
Xu Zimo merely chuckled and ignored the others.
But clearly, the others had their own methods. Although flight was impossible here, other means were allowed.
Someone's longsword expanded by tens of thousands of meters, spanning the gap between the path they had come from and Trapped Void Island.
He then walked across on the gigantic sword.
There were also women whose waist ribbons stretched for thousands of meters. Stepping across the ribbons like immortal maidens descending to earth, they came forward one step at a time.
After arriving, many people glanced at Xu Zimo before withdrawing their gazes.
Because the Heavenly Mandate had yet to begin. This was not the time to contend; acting now would only benefit others.
Yet some people were clearly not so rational.
At that moment, three people surrounded Xu Zimo.
They stared at him like tigers eyeing their prey.
"Kid, are you in such a hurry to die?" the young man on the left said.
"They're the Three Sons of Qingcheng." Someone nearby recognized the three men at once.
"The Three Sons of Qingcheng?" Others sneered disdainfully at the name.
"Scum like them dare to contend for the Heavenly Mandate?"
"It is said that the Three Sons of Qingcheng are Evil cultivators. They love burning, killing, looting,