Chapter 360
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North gate of Xuantian City.
It was getting late and there were no cultivators entering or exiting the city gates. Those who dared to leave the city at this hour were either lunatics who did not know what was good for them or peerless experts who were confident in their cultivation!
By the time Su Zimo's group arrived at the city gates, two cultivators were pushing the city gates and the thick stone gates creaked as they closed slowly.
"Fellow Daoists, please wait for a moment!"
Su Zimo shouted hurriedly.
If he wanted to enter the city, Su Zimo could definitely charge in before the city gates closed with Ethereal Wings or the burst of Divine Steed Fleeting.
However, the same could not be said for Ji Chengtian and the others.
The few of them were exhausted and covered in injuries after rushing the entire way. How could they have the strength to charge forward?
The moment Su Zimo said that, the stone gates paused for a moment. The two cultivators at the city gates looked towards Su Zimo and frowned slightly.
In their eyes, the six of them looked like they had been through a lot. Apart from the green-robed cultivator in the lead who looked normal, the others looked wretched.
Furthermore, Su Zimo and the others did not have any sect badges or anything that could reveal their identities.
In the ancient battlefield, the successors and disciples of the top factions of Tianhuang Mainland would naturally not hide their identities.
Most of the time, those people could do whatever they wanted and save a lot of trouble by flashing their identity badges.
For people like Su Zimo and the others who did not have any identity information, they were either itinerant cultivators or disciples of ordinary sects and factions. The two cultivators guarding the gates had seen plenty of such people.
The two of them exchanged glances and sneered internally. They pretended not to hear and continued pushing the stone gates slowly towards the middle.
All of a sudden!
The sound of clothes fluttering could be heard and the wind howled. It was as though a tsunami was surging and arrived before them in the blink of an eye.
Instinctively, the two of them looked up and their pupils constricted.
Unknowingly, the green-robed cultivator who was initially far away had already arrived at the city gates. He opened his arms and pressed his palms on both sides of the stone gates.
No matter how much strength the two of them exerted, the stone gates did not budge at all!
The green-robed cultivator's palms seemed to contain immense strength as he stood tall like an unshakable divine being. Standing at the city gates, he glared at the two of them coldly with a burning gaze.
"You …"
The two cultivators swallowed their saliva as panic flashed through their eyes.
"Why did you close the door?!"
Su Zimo asked slowly. His voice was bone-chilling.
Shutting them out before nightfall was no different from killing them!
In the dark night, Su Zimo could only barely protect himself against the endless ferocious beasts and ancient living beings. Everyone else was doomed!
"What are you doing?!"
One of them asked fiercely.
Su Zimo didn't answer. With a shake of his arms, the two stone doors rumbled and shook violently, causing dust to fall.
The expressions of the two cultivators changed and they felt their arms go numb. They subconsciously let go and staggered back a few steps, almost falling to the ground.
"How dare you!"
The two of them hollered and hurriedly withdrew their flying swords from their storage bags, looking at Su Zimo warily, ready to strike at any moment.
Su Zimo's expression remained unchanged as he clenched his fists slightly.
In that short period of time, Ji Chengtian and the others finally arrived at the city gates, panting and pale.
"Zimo, forget it. We've just arrived at Xuantian City and know nothing about this place. It's better not to cause trouble. Furthermore, we're already in the city so it doesn't matter anymore. "
After this period of interaction, Ji Chengtian and the others had a better understanding of Su Zimo's personality.
Xuantian City was a chaotic place with countless top experts and powerful factions hidden within. Ji Chengtian was worried that Su Zimo would bring death upon himself by standing up for them!
Su Zimo nodded and glanced at the two cultivators guarding the gate indifferently.
Their hearts skipped a beat.
They could sense a sinister killing intent in Su Zimo's gaze – it was savage and violent!
This is someone who can go berserk at any moment without any reservations!
The same thought flashed through their minds at the same time. They watched as Su Zimo and the others left the city without daring to stop them.
Throughout the entire process, Ji Chengtian and the others were tense as well, afraid that something unexpected would happen.
It was only when they walked past the two cultivators guarding the gate in silence that Ji Chengtian and the others heaved a sigh of relief.
There were many cultivators in Xuantian City and there were many ancient buildings and residences on both sides of the streets that were occupied by many cultivators.
Su Zimo's group of six entered the city and attracted the gazes of many cultivators.
"There's a late-stage Foundation Establishment Cultivator among the six of them? I wonder how they managed to make it to Xuantian City alive. "
"It's useless even if they enter the city. I'm guessing that the six of them won't live for more than three days."
"Xuantian City isn't a good place either. Without strong backing, they'll only be meat on the chopping block."
As some of the cultivators discussed, more than ten cultivators walked down from the city walls. Their leader was a burly man with a ferocious face. His robes were unbuttoned, revealing his hairy chest with a ferocious gaze.
"It's already past five and you're still not closing the city gates? Are the two of you tired of living?"
The burly cultivator's voice was hoarse and filled with the aura of a bandit.
At that moment, Su Zimo's group had not gone far.
When they heard that voice, the expressions of Ji Chengtian and the others changed slightly as their hearts sank.
When a cultivator saw that, he shook his head and pursed his lips, smiling. "There's no need for three days. The six of them won't be able to escape now that that person has appeared."
"That's right. They've traveled a long way and are injured all over. They're like fat lambs waiting to be slaughtered. There's no way that person will let them off."
"Who is that person?" Someone asked.
"A capable subordinate of the Four Mounted Bandits, Chou Wanli. Although he's at six meridian Foundation Establishment, he's extremely strong in martial arts. He's bloodthirsty and vengeful. Not many people are willing to offend him at the north gate of Xuantian City. "
"Four Mounted Bandits … Psst!"
Hearing these words, the expressions of many cultivators changed. They hurriedly shut their mouths and secretly sucked in a breath of cold air.
At the city gates.
The two cultivators guarding the gates shuddered in fear and pointed at the backs of Su Zimo's group hurriedly. "It's them! We were about to close the city gates, but those six people barged in! "
"Hmm?"
Chou Wanli turned around and looked at the departing figures of Su Zimo's group. His expression changed and a ferocious look flashed through his eyes.
Everyone else could tell that Su Zimo's group was weak and naturally, Chou Wanli could not hide it from his experienced eyes.
A single look was all it took for him to discern the strength of those people.
"The six of you in front, stop right there!"
Chou Wanli hollered and led more than ten cultivators towards Su Zimo's group with a murderous aura.
Ji Chengtian and the others sighed internally and had no choice but to stop in their tracks and turn around.
Initially, Su Zimo was walking at the front. However, by the time they turned around, Su Zimo was already standing behind everyone.
Su Zimo was about to head forward when Ji Chengtian stopped him and whispered, "Zimo, don't be rash. Let's see what that person wants. It's best if we don't fight if we can."
"That's right, bro. Judging from the expressions of the surrounding cultivators, that person seems to have a strong background. Let's not fight him head-on," Little Fatty whispered with sweat on his forehead.
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