Dozens of riders galloped past the travelers beside the road in an instant, heading southwest and kicking up a great cloud of dust.
"Ptooey, ptooey, ptooey, ptooey! What bloody bastards! They'd better not let me see them again. I'll beat them every time I see them!" A man of the Jianghu covered his mouth and nose, then spat out several more mouthfuls of dust-laden saliva.
"Give it a rest, He Laojiu. Who could you possibly handle with your three-legged-cat fighting skills?" someone nearby sneered.
"Wang Pangzi, are you courting death?" He Laojiu glared at a fat man not far away and shouted angrily.
"Enough, Brother He. You can tell at a glance that those people aren't to be trifled with," a man beside He Laojiu said gravely. "They're probably from some Great Powers."
"Exactly. They must be heading for the Jade Slip of the Longevity Pill Manual," another man said. "This time, the Sword Pavilion, the Demon Hall, and the other Great Powers all agreed that no experts above the Void Martial Realm could take part in the contest. That gives some of the smaller sects a chance."
"Heh? A chance? Ridiculous!" A man beside him chuckled. "How many small sects can send out six Void Martial Realm experts? Even if they have one or two, what damn good would that do? Could they match those Great Powers? They want to snatch the Jade Slip from their hands? That's nothing but a fool's dream. Sects like the Demon Hall and the Sword Pavilion simply want to give their younger generation a chance. Otherwise, why would they restrict the strength of those taking part?"
"Bullshit! Those few juniors? The Sword Pavilion's Sword God Yi, the Transcendent Immortal Sword Lord's successor Li Chaoxun, and the God-Burying Hall's Hall Master Candidate Pang Yi-I