The Nine Magnates

Looking at the starry sky, Jian Wushuang could feel that after he killed Heavenly Snake Playboy, the pair of eyes that were silently watching him from behind became more obvious.

'It seems that the further I go, the more powerful I am, and the more attention I will receive from that Lord. The chances of me getting the qualification to the Grand Clan Gathering will be higher.' Jian Wushuang thought for a moment.

After a while.

Jian Wushuang gathered his thoughts and took a deep breath, "It's time to leave this place."

The Eighth City had never been Jian Wushuang's goal. The battle with Heavenly Snake Playboy was just one of the most ordinary battles he had fought in the past three hundred thousand years.

He would continue to move forward.

"Hao Jin, let's go."

He said as he strode toward the entrance of the Eighth City.

"They're here!"