Hearing this tremendous roar, many people instinctively turned their heads towards the direction of the sound.
From where the sound came, True Qi splattered, and some grass debris stirred by the intense shockwave drifted through the air. Clearly, a fight had already erupted over there.
It's just unknown who is fighting whom.
However, regardless of who is battling, the location clearly isn't the venue of the Martial Arts Conference.
This is a private grievance.
As Li Chen and the others hesitated, another loud noise came from another direction.
Evidently, the same thing has happened elsewhere.
At this moment, several figures appeared in front of Li Chen and the others.
The leader was a middle-aged man with a stern face, and behind him were people uniformly wearing blue and white robes embroidered with a Snow Mountain pattern.
Lieu Zhanxiao! Holy Mountain disciple!
