As dusk approached, Ye Fei, riding a white horse and holding his exhausted mom, with the equally worn-out black horse in tow, finally arrived at the venue of the martial arts congress—a small, nameless valley.
Looking at the valley surrounded by cliffs on all sides, with only one path in and out, Ye Fei couldn't help but think it would be an ideal place to trap a large crowd. If the passage was blocked, the only way out for those inside would be the cliffs, which were at least hundreds of meters high.
Climbing them would be nearly impossible for anyone without skills comparable to his own.
In the past, since the attendees of the congress were all elite martial artists, there was no need to worry about any issues. However, with the current development of modern weaponry, blocking this path has become a relatively easy task. So, the location of the next martial arts congress would probably have to be changed.