The war chariot soared across the void!

Mo Daoxian was steering a war chariot, taking everyone to Jixia Academy. The chariot bore some resemblance to the one they had seen at Jixia Academy before.

Xu Wuzhou sat on the chariot, touching the cold metal, inwardly exclaiming at the treasure. It was made of rare metals, and if he were to consume it, how much blood-colored liquid would he have to expel?

The chariot was extraordinary, rapidly covering vast distances.