Jiang Changsheng ignored the exclamations of the martial artists below. He carried Martial Peak with one hand and rushed to the northern city gates.
The wasteland outside the northern city gates had been allocated to Longqi Temple. Jiang Changsheng even specially asked Wan Li to bring people to circle it and insert a wooden sign.
Figures stood on the eaves of the nearby buildings as they looked at the approaching Martial Peak.
Wu Feng flying in the sky was so shocking that it made them panicked. They did not know what had happened.
The city walls of the northern city gate were filled with White-robed Guards, ready to fight at any time.
As Martial Peak got closer and closer, more and more people saw someone under Martial Peak. After all, the light of the Great Feathered Robe was too dazzling to ignore.
Someone was moving the mountain!
The mountain was not flying by itself!
The truth was even more shocking. Who could move a mountain?