82 Senior Expert

Su Xing had only taken a few steps when he stopped.

At the entrance of Sunset Peak, a young disciple was squatting.

Before Su Xing could step forward to take a look, the disciple had already made a move that exceeded his expectations.

A beam of red light swept towards the horizon, and a signal flare shaped like the Mysterious Sky Sword Sect was imprinted on the horizon.

A cloud piercing arrow, an army of thousands of horses came to meet.

Since when had the Blackheaven Sword Sect start to play the axe gang?

A dozen breaths later.

A few streaks of rainbow light flew over from afar.

It was the group of high-ranking officials led by Zhuang Changhe.

"Greetings, Sect Master, greetings, Martial Uncles." Su Xing scratched his head and asked in puzzlement, "I wonder what happened to Sect Master and the Peak Masters coming here?"

Zhuang Changhe pointed at the barrier in front of the Sunset Peak.

Su Xing was stunned.