"Who are you? Shangyu is the focus of the entire continent. You can't just do as you please!"
The Daoists had been given a taste of their own medicine. The Grassland People said nothing and simply kept moving forward, but the human shield formed by their bodies left the Daoists unable to struggle, forcing them to follow.
The Wei Liao Daoists were utterly confused, and the Xi Daoists were just as baffled. They had only just escaped the tiger's jaws, and now they were in the wolf's den. Besides going along with it, did they have any other choice?
"Little Mang, I'm sorry for dragging you into this. I don't even know why this is happening."
The young man chuckled. "Why do we need to know why? We just need to keep moving forward."
Xi Lin said timidly, "We're almost at the city. It looks like we can't move anymore."
The Grassland People swept them along swiftly, leaving the main road and heading for Horseshoe Town, one of the Nine Towns of Sui Mo. By now, even the slow-witted Wei Liao Daoists had figured out where these barbarians came from.
Horseshoe Town belonged to Hou Niao, a Constellation True Disciple. These Grassland People were obviously from the Golden Sword Lineage of the Grassland, and they all practiced swordsmanship. It was no surprise they had come for this purpose. But when had the Golden Sword Lineage gotten mixed up with that fiend Hou Niao?
Outside the town, a group of Shanmen Sword Cultivators coldly watched the crowd approaching. At the front stood Fang Yazi, Li Shipeng, Rao Zongzhi, Wang Mian, Zong Qian, Hai Xixi, and the rest of Senior Brother Hou's friends, along with many other Sword Cultivators.
The Daoists felt they could no longer stay silent. They didn't want to