"Ignorant of life and death!"

Luan Wusheng stood arrogantly in place.

The Great Sword Warrior got up, hurriedly stood up, and bowed in front of Luan Wusheng, pleading, "Senior, I was wrong, I didn’t know your strength was so formidable, I..."

"Get lost!"

Luan Wusheng snorted coldly, and the Great Sword Warrior quickly ran over to pick up his weapon and fled in a hurry.

"Elder Luan, you are still as imposing as ever."

At this moment, a cold voice rang out, and shortly after, a bald man in his fifties emerged.

He had no hair on his head, and his face was long and narrow, making him appear very gloomy.

"Gui Ya, I didn’t expect you to arrive so early." Luan Wusheng’s eyes flashed with a sharp gleam as he spoke in an irritated tone.

"Heh, not early, just not long after you." The bald elder known as Gui Ya sneered, his gaze then shifted to Ye Qingfeng.

"Luan Wusheng, I think you’re getting more muddled with age, bringing your disciple to such a dangerous place as Panwu Land."

"He’s not my disciple, Gui Ya, I suggest you back off quickly, this person is not someone you should provoke." Luan Wusheng warned coldly.

Ye Qingfeng raised an eyebrow slightly.

"You want me to back off?" Gui Ya’s face darkened instantly as he looked at Ye Qingfeng with anger, "I’d like to see how outstanding this young man really is."

Saying this, Gui Ya actually reached out to grab Ye Qingfeng, not believing that a mere young man could be so formidable.

"Gui Ya, you’re courting death!"

Luan Wusheng immediately became furious, launching a palm strike towards Gui Ya. This strike seemed soft, but it was infused with a restrained Spiritual Power; if Gui Ya were to take this blow, even he, as a Peak War General, would be injured.

"Luan Wusheng, you really dare to attack me!"

Gui Ya was also filled with rage, countering with a fierce claw attack.

Gui Ya’s path was entirely different from Luan Wusheng’s; his hands transformed into sharp claws, each swipe carrying a Powerful Force, as if piercing through the void, accompanied by explosive sounds.

"Boom!" "Boom!"

In an instant, the two began to battle fiercely, while the other Martial Artists watched the scene coldly.

In recent days, several battles had already occurred; most of the War General Level Martial Artists from the North had arrived, leading to numerous conflicts.

Many Martial Artists had grudges and took this opportunity to settle their disputes right in front of Panwu Land.

"Enough, Luan Wusheng, Panwu Land will open tomorrow, do you really want a fight to the death with me?"

Gui Ya shouted coldly.

Luan Wusheng did not respond, continuing to attack rapidly, as if he truly intended to fight Gui Ya to the death.

"Bang!" "Bang!"

Several more fierce clashes occurred, destroying several trees in the process, as the strength of two Peak War Generals was not to be underestimated.

"Fine, fine, Elder Luan, this time you win, will an apology suffice? I’m willing to apologize!"

Gui Ya cried out repeatedly.

"Hm, remember, not everyone is someone you can provoke." Luan Wusheng snorted coldly, his figure moved, and he returned to Ye Qingfeng’s side.

"The geniuses of the Ancient Martial World have arrived!"

Someone suddenly exclaimed. Indeed, not long after, several figures gradually appeared in the distance, a few young men with swords approaching.

The geniuses of the Ancient Martial World!

Seeing these young men, the crowd’s minds immediately flashed with this thought. These few were all in simple clothing, with longswords at their waists, striding towards them.

Too arrogant!

Everyone’s hearts stirred, as this group exuded Sword Intent that soared to the heavens, each like a longsword piercing the sky, their entire beings emanating a fierce battle intent.

"Panwu Land, is this the place?"

A young man in green attire stepped forward and said calmly.

"Wow, so many Martial Artists have gathered; perhaps most of the Martial Artists from the secular world are here!" a girl holding a longsword also spoke.

Her gaze swept over a group of secular experts without any fear, instead filled with curiosity.

"That’s unlikely; there are more Martial Artists in the secular world than just this." The young man in green shook his head, there were just about a hundred Martial Artists here, and surely Huaxia had more than that.

Even if one in ten thousand is selected, Huaxia should have a hundred thousand Martial Artists; of course, the true Martial Artists are not one in ten thousand, and there couldn’t be that many Martial Artists.

"These should all be Northern Martial Artists, and strong ones among them." The green-clad man explained.

"Strong ones?" The girl was momentarily stunned, then her delicate eyebrows raised slightly, "If these are strong ones, they are too weak; the Martial Artists of the secular world really are inferior!"

The girl’s voice was not concealed at all, being heard by the secular experts around, causing several to show slight changes in expression, some even showing flashes of anger in their eyes, but they quickly concealed it.

They couldn’t afford to provoke these geniuses from the Ancient Martial World; just one strong figure from their Sect could obliterate all the secular experts here.

So, they could only endure it.

A group of geniuses from the Ancient Martial World approached the entrance of Panwu Land, their expressions indifferent, carrying an air of arrogance as they coldly regarded the secular experts.

"Hehe, Yuan Miao, Guan Yun’er, you’ve arrived so quickly!"

At this moment, another voice sounded, and a thin figure suddenly appeared; he was tall but slightly hunched, somewhat inconsistent with the image of an Ancient Martial World genius.

"Ling Ling!"

The youth in green called out, his brow furrowing slightly.

"I didn’t expect someone like you to come either!"

The girl with the longsword frowned, expressing her displeasure.

"Guan Yun’er, it’s been so long, haven’t you missed Brother Ling?" The hunched youth known as Ling Ling seemed oblivious to the impatience of the two.

He chuckled lightly, with a carefree manner.

"You!" Guan Yun’er’s face turned cold, her eyes flashing with a hint of cold light, "Ling Ling, get lost!"

"This isn’t my domain, why can you come but I can’t?" Ling Ling raised his eyebrows slightly, speaking teasingly.

"Ling Ling, this is the border between the Ancient Martial World and the secular world, don’t bring disgrace to the Ancient Martial World!" Yuan Miao furrowed his brow and said coldly.

"Yuan Miao, how am I disgracing the Ancient Martial World?" Ling Ling was unafraid, smiling playfully, "If you dare, you can teach me a lesson!"

Yuan Miao’s expression turned cold; he truly wanted to teach Ling Ling a lesson, but their strengths were about the same, and he wasn’t confident in dealing with Ling Ling.

"Panwu Land is right ahead; I’m eager to see what these Ancient Martial World geniuses are like." At this time, a clear voice rang.

Soon after, a group of young men and women walked over, and without a doubt, they were people from the Thousand Extremes Sect and Lu He’s group.