After waiting for a moment, three imposing figures flew over. Leading them was an enigmatic man—a commander from the previous assault on Wudang Mountain—and among them was an old acquaintance of Tangyu, the King of Yin Mountain. Besides these two, there was also the Great Cave Master of Jingshan Sixteen Valleys.
The Sixth Valley Master coldly swept his gaze over the Yao race man and the Great Cave Master of Jingshan Sixteen Caves: "Jiao Snake, King of Jingshan, you do not value yourselves, willingly choose rebellion. Your outcomes will undoubtedly be tragic."
Jiao Snake sneered, his presence menacing: "Sixth Valley Master, why utter such grandiose words, aren't you afraid of biting your tongue? Our Yao race has been oppressed by your Ancient Martial World for long enough. As long as the Yao race can secure a place, it doesn't matter who rules this world. What does the survival or demise of the Ancient Martial World have to do with us Yao race?"
