Something’s Wrong with This Game — I Became a God by Mining!

Jiu Xingkong and his group weren't riding horses, but their feet moved incredibly fast, sometimes covering over ten meters in the blink of an eye.

Suddenly, he sensed something and stopped in his tracks:

"You all return to Arhat Temple first. I'll catch up shortly."

"Yes."

The monks he had brought clasped their hands in salute, then quickly departed.

A few breaths later, over a dozen figures emerged from the shadows.

"You're from Extreme Flame Sword Manor?"

These swordsmen said nothing, encircling Jiu Xingkong and striking with the swiftness of thunder.

Jiu Xingkong let out a cold laugh. A vajra pestle suddenly appeared in his hand, and he charged toward the group of swordsmen.