After Wu Yu accepted the mission, the Yi Palace very quickly contacted the other seven centurions, who had already finished their preparations. Some had immediately led their troops to the city exit after receiving the mission.

When Wu Yu led Heaven's Equal Camp to the exit tunnel, five of the seven groups were already there. For these group movements, discipline was extremely rigid. The five groups had clustered tightly, standing behind their centurions.

The other four centurions all wore the Yan Huang Immortal Armor, which was generally the same. Amongst them, one was a middle-aged martial cultivator who was sturdily built. His face was unshaven and his gaze was strongly aggressive. He looked like a great general who had spent all his life on the back of a warhorse!  Just on his looks and stance alone, he appeared to be a direct and blunt rough-and-ready sort.

"Wu Yu, didn't expect your Heaven's Equal Camp to snag up the last slot."

Of course, by the time Wu Yu had entered the main body with Heaven's Equal Camp, Huangfu Pojun boomed an easy laugh, stretching out a coarse, blackened palm to wave Wu Yu over.

"I'm...