On the fifteenth of June, there will be a summit duel among the Youth Kings on the top of Mount Kunlun, drawing everyone's attention to this battle. Before June even arrives, a large number of martial artists have begun their journey. They would rather arrive early than fall behind, especially those warriors far from Mount Kunlun, who started their journey months ago.
As the month of June begins, the area is already packed with people, and newcomers continuously join the throngs.
"Leader Zhao, you're late."
"Ah, there's no choice. My Iron Palm Sect is far away in Youzhou, twenty thousand miles from Mount Kunlun. It's not easy to come here."
"Haha, you've come all the way to Mount Kunlun. Leader Zhao, you value this battle among the Youth Kings greatly."
"Of course, this is a battle among the Youth Kings, far more intense than the Nine Streams Conference."
By the Snow Mountain Lake on Mount Kunlun Summit, noise abounds, countless similar voices echoing.
