At the foot of Ming Mountain, teams from all over, far and wide, had gathered, forming campsites both large and small.
Among them were northern tycoons accompanied by hundreds of servants and Protectors, sea merchants with all manner of gold, silver, and jewels, fierce gang leaders with grim and savage faces, and Generals emanating with the aura of iron and blood, each carrying various deadly weapons...
Every day, warriors from different regions converged here, waiting for a summons from the Ming Mountain Sect, all for one spot within the mountain.
And according to the current customs of this age, such a concentration of powerful individuals from every corner of the land invariably meant that skirmishes and battles were inevitable. This place should have been a stage for a different show of slaughter each day, becoming a chaotic battlefield.
