Ming Mountain, at a certain spot in the mountain, a few people were gathered together, whispering about something.
These individuals exuded incredibly strong auras, and they were all top martial artists at the Gold Limit!
In fact, these were the leaders of several small organizations that had come to ambush at Ming Mountain.
"Here they come." One of the tall men with a stern expression said quietly.
A slim, yellow-faced middle-aged man chuckled. "They're just barging into Ming Mountain like this. Do they really think they can fly out relying solely on those two Flying Dragons?
I have to say, these young people from Great Flame, although not weak in strength, even reaching the top of the Heavenly Ladder, are still quite naive."
A red-haired youth with a scar on his face scoffed, "Huang Maoshu, wasn't your Quicksand Sect wiped out by the students from that Evil Punishment operation by Great Flame a couple of years ago?