Urban Martial Saint Chapter 1525: Masters Gather

Hearing that voice, Northern Martial Zen's face suddenly changed, his gaze shifting intensely to the approaching road, his fists clenching tightly in an instant.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, three more vehicles rushed up from the foot of the mountain. The vehicles stopped in the plaza, and from them erged a group of people, led by none other than Prince Wan Yan.

"Wan Yan Zong, you've co too!" Ao Wuchang's face grew cold, and he said in a deep voice, "Hmph, with your level of skill, do you really think you can gain any advantage by coming here? I advise you to go back early, lest you lose your life here. It wouldn't be worth it!"

"Hahaha..." Prince Wan Yan laughed heartily, pointing to several elderly n around him, saying, "Do you think my Wan Yan family has remained dormant for so many years without accumulating any strength? My Wan Yan family, being descendants of the royal lineage, has been recuperating for years. Do you think it all relies on alone? Hmph, I've been preparing for this Sun Shooting Bow for a long ti. These are the Supre Elder-level figures of my Wan Yan family—each stronger than your people. Hmph, with all the Peak Masters outside, this ti, who will take the lead is still uncertain!"

Upon hearing Prince Wan Yan's words, the crowd's expression changed. There were eight elders beside Prince Wan Yan. If their strength were comparable to his, then his side was indeed the strongest.

A flicker of resentnt flashed in Northern Martial Zen's eyes, but he refrained from speaking. He knew very well that if those elders beside Prince Wan Yan were so strong, then their side would definitely not be able to compete with the Wan Yan family. What's more, they were now all under Prince Nalan's command, here to seize the Sun Shooting Bow for him, and no one would help him against the Wan Yan family. So, despite his anger, he held back and didn't prepare to take action.

The Seven Steering Committees of the Hong Alliance had even more changes in expression; the developnt completely defied their expectations. If only Prince Nalan's subordinates had co, they could still have maintained control. But now that the Wan Yan family's power had been added, they had lost the initiative. Furthermore, the underlings of Ning Qianshu and the people from Sha n had yet to arrive. If they did, it would indeed beco a situation of chaos, beyond their ability to manage.

"I suggest you start quickly," Prince Wan Yan said loudly. "There are still a lot of people rushing up the mountain as I just ca in. If you don't start soon, once everyone enters, you'll have even less chance of controlling the situation!"

That remark reminded the Seven Steering Committees of the Hong Alliance. The seven Family Heads exchanged a glance, imdiately turning around to open the large door with the key.

Everyone on site stared intently at the large door, their faces filled with awe and hope because behind that door was sealed the almighty Sun Shooting Bow!

Once the door opened, there was another dark passage inside. The seven Family Heads turned around and said to the fourteen people at the front, "Alright, you can go in now. Follow the plan, make sure nothing goes wrong, understood?"

Those fourteen nodded and, under the arrangent of the seven Family Heads, entered the passage one by one.

"Interesting!" A cold smile spread across Prince Wan Yan's lips as he suddenly rushed to the door.

"What are you doing!" A Family Head rushed over imdiately to block Prince Wan Yan from entering, urgently saying, "Don't you understand the situation inside? Outsiders are absolutely forbidden to enter. This Great Tomb was set by our ancestors of the Seven Steering Committees of the Hong Alliance, and it can only accommodate fourteen people. If one more person enters, the chanisms inside the Great Tomb will activate. Prince Wan Yan, regardless of your strength, even a Peak Master walking in there wouldn't co out alive!"

"Heh heh heh..." Prince Wan Yan chuckled repeatedly, looking at the Family Head, saying, "Why are you so anxious? I only ca closer to get a clearer look. Do you really think I want to go in? Don't worry, I haven't lived enough to throw my life away!"

"Hmph, best not to have a death wish!" The Family Head snorted, saying in a deep voice, "I suggest you step back so as not to disturb the people inside opening the seal. If you want to see the Sun Shooting Bow, don't make trouble for us right now!"

"I didn't go in, why are you so excited." Prince Wan Yan sneered, "Relax, I'll just stand here and watch, definitely won't go in."

"That's right, I'm just going to stand here and look, not going in." Huang Yidao walked over directly too, standing right by Prince Wan Yan's side, sneering, "Wan Yan, you don't mind standing together, do you?"

"Of course I don't mind," Prince Wan Yan gave Huang Yidao a cold glance, saying, "A dood man, am I going to argue with you over every little thing?"

"Wan Yan, are you dying?" Huang Yidao looked shocked, saying, "What's happened? Cancer? Or AIDS?"

Prince Wan Yan was completely speechless, unable to communicate with such a person.

The Seven Families' mbers looked angrily at Prince Wan Yan and Huang Yidao, wanting to drive them away, but feared stirring up conflict at this ti. So they could only swallow their anger and watch from the side.

In such a situation, Huangfu Ziyu had already carried Ye Qing to the edge. She knew very well that in tonight's situation, her strength had no standing here, she had no place at the front. Staying further back and ensuring Ye Qing's safety was the most important thing.

After those fourteen people entered the inner tomb, everyone stopped arguing and quietly observed the situation inside the gate, waiting for news of the Sun Shooting Bow. However, not even a hint of movent ca from inside, when suddenly the sound of motorcycles echoed from the road behind.

The crowd turned their heads to see a group of motorcycles racing towards them, stopping at different spots in the square, indicating that they were different individuals.

From several of the vehicles, a dozen people got off, unmistakably the mbers of Sha n, including the Killing Gate Seven Hidden, the Left Protector, and Cui Yulong. Among them, a person with white clothing and white hair caught everyone's attention—none other than White-haired Ding San!

"White-haired Ding San!" Ao Wuchang's expression changed slightly, he whispered. He could tell that the current White-haired Ding San was vastly different in aura from the Ding San they had previously fought.

"So that's White-haired Ding San," a Family Head whispered.

"He doesn't look particularly special."

"It's said to be a human-shaped Gu, undying and indestructible. How are we supposed to fight that?"

"Forget about him for now. Once we get the Sun Shooting Bow, it won't matter if he's a human-shaped Gu or a peak master, we'll still kill him!"

Everyone was engaged in lively discussion, their attention evidently shifted to White-haired Ding San. Clearly, this suddenly prominent master was a significant source of pressure for everyone.

After the Sha n mbers arrived, they ford a cohesive group and didn't mingle with the others, nor did anyone speak. They all solemnly watched the large gate, waiting for news from inside.

Seeing the Sha n, Huangfu Ziyu felt slightly reassured. She knew that Ye Qing had a good relationship with the Sha n, so they definitely wouldn't trouble Ye Qing. Therefore, she quietly moved closer to the Sha n. This way, if a fight broke out, with the support of the Sha n, she would feel sowhat safer.

In the anti, several more groups arrived, many of them hidden masters. Apart from Northern Martial Zen Wanyan Wang, Ao Wuchang, and Huang Yidao, who were familiar with such matters, most people didn't recognize these individuals. However, it was undeniable that these individuals were not weak, evident from the expressions of the top-level masters present.

Among them were notably five individuals: a Taoist, a monk, and a nun who arrived together, as well as a lone swordsman and a panting fat man. When these five appeared, even masters like Northern Martial Zen and Ao Wuchang's expressions changed dramatically, indicating how terrifyingly strong these five were.

The Sun Shooting Bow had erged, gathering the world's masters here at Dragon Burial Mountain. Tonight, it promised to be a fierce battle. However, until the Sun Shooting Bow appeared, the conflict was temporarily suppressed. Once the Sun Shooting Bow appeared, a great battle was inevitable. In this battle, there were no true allies or enemies as all forces acted independently. Because whoever held the Sun Shooting Bow would beco a peak master, an opportunity defying fate that no one wanted to miss!

Everyone's eyes were fixed on the large gate, waiting for those fourteen people to erge. Even the Seven Families held their breath, every person tensely watching the gate.

No one knew how much ti passed before a gentle sound emanated from within the gate, as if sothing was being opened.

The spirit of the crowd outside was instantly lifted, with nearly everyone ready to rush towards the gate.

"Amitabha!" At this mont, the monk suddenly declared loudly, "Why rush, good patrons? This is only the opening of the inner tomb's door. The Sun Shooting Bow has not yet appeared, and even if it does, it must first go through the selection by those fourteen people. If none of them can beco the bow's master, only then will the Sun Shooting Bow appear to find a new master."

"Master Yuan Le seems quite familiar with the situation of the Sun Shooting Bow!" Prince Wan Yan spoke coldly, subtly reminding those present to be wary of this monk.

"This humble monk has no fortune and has never seen the Sun Shooting Bow, but I do know a bit about the tomb of the Sun Shooting Bow," Master Yuan Le said, looking at the crowd already surging towards the gate. He spoke loudly, "I advise you all, inside this gate, lies a chanism crafted over ten years by the Seven Steering Committees of the Hong Alliance. Anyone other than those fourteen who steps in will trigger this chanism. You'd better step back a bit. Once the chanism is activated, no matter how great your martial arts may be..."

Before the monk finished speaking, a long, resonant sound suddenly ca from within the gate, like an ancient call or a shriek from the abyss. It echoed throughout the area, as if sounding the trumpet of war!

The battle was about to break out!