Holy Successor

Jun Mengchen and Qin Wentian inclined their heads and stared up at the sky. Jun Mengchen then laughed, "This feels similar to our time in the City of Ancient Emperors. The people here should all be from major powers."

"I guess so as well." Qin Wentian nodded slightly. In the air, there was a carriage driven by eight powerful white tiger immortal beasts that exuded an overwhelming deadly aura. A person rode on the back of a Pixiu (fortune beast) cub, and there were also experts who sat on pure golden battle chariots that soared through the sky with thunderous might, heading into the depths of the Southern Phoenix Clan.

"Such grandeur and imposingness," Jun Mengchen stated in a low voice. "If we knew earlier, we could have acted more commanding. Senior Brother, we seem to be lacking in grandeur compared to the other groups of people."