"It is currently noon. Give me the cores at this time in seven days, then you will be counted as having passed the selection battle. Only then can you participate in the Easternmost Hunt in two months. Now, everybody enters the Cloud Mountain range!" After saying that, the Golden-armored General was finished.
Several dozen figures in the field immediately glided towards the nearby mountain range without any hesitation.
Jian Wushuang, Yang Zaixuan, Su Rou, and the other seven disciples of Dragon Palace suddenly moved forward as well.
Xue Yun directly floated towards the Cloud Mountain range too. On the way, he couldn't help glancing at Jian Wushuang.
Jian Wushuang also glanced at Xue Yun.
Xue Yun opened his mouth, slowly mouthed a few words. Although he did not speak it out, Jian Wushuang could understand the words. It was, "You are a dead man!"
"Hum, who dies first is still uncertain!"
