It was probably Qianshan Xue and Xiang Li's first time at the border between the Desolate Ruins and the Sacred Martial Dynasty as well. The towering walls brought looks of shock to both their faces.
Zhu Fenglang fared even worse. His mouth hung open for a long time, making him look like someone who had never seen the world.
The five rode toward the city gate and dismounted one after another while they were still half a li away.
Immediately, more than a dozen riders came toward them, all armored soldiers of the Sacred Martial Dynasty bearing weapons.
The riders moved extremely fast, yet their pace remained perfectly synchronized.
Dust billowed into the air as they galloped.
Though there were only a dozen or so of them, they charged with the imposing force of a thousand troops and ten thousand horses.
The dark-faced officer leading them galloped at the very front. In the blink of an eye, he was less than half a zhang from Chen Shi'an and the others.
Qianshan Xue, Xiang Li, and Wan He all tensed, Origin Force already surging across the surfaces of their bodies.
Zhu Fenglang went pale and unconsciously hid behind Wan He.
Chen Shi'an shifted his feet slightly, stepping in front of Qianshan Xue.
Qianshan Xue's eyes flickered. She wanted to speak, but in the end, she closed her mouth.
The dark-faced officer kept advancing. Only when his horse's head almost touched Chen Shi'an's chest did he rein it in and swiftly raise his hand.
The dozen riders behind him immediately stopped in unison.
They moved and halted at his command, perfectly synchronized, as though they were a single person.
These dozen soldiers of the Sacred Martial Dynasty did not have high cultivation levels. Most were at the First or Second Acquired