Such a situation had never occurred before.
One had to know that although the large sea markets only opened once every few years, the smaller ones opened several times a year. They could be called utterly commonplace.
Although the Yunxia Sect would also send disciples out to maintain order, there were only a scant hundred or so of them. With the addition of some mortal soldiers, that was already enough to ensure the sea market proceeded smoothly. When had they ever acted like this, as though facing a great enemy?
The originally noisy beach fell silent all at once, everyone craning their necks in anticipation.
Not only were the mortals curious; even the Cultivators who had come from far away because of its reputation all lifted their heads, wanting to see what exactly had happened.
"By the sect master's decree, the sea market is postponed. Unrelated persons are to leave at once!"
The Spirit Division Stage cultivator's voice fell clearly into every person's ears, yet he did not explain what the reason was.
And this order was clearly unreasonable. Everyone had waited for years and traveled thousands of miles for the sea market to open, so they could each obtain what they needed. Now it was postponed just because they said so—who were they supposed to reason with over these losses?
For a time, clamor rose loudly. Disapproving voices came from every direction and entered their ears.
The Spirit Division Stage cultivator's brows furrowed, and his expression also turned cold and stern. "This is the sect master's decree. Whoever dares violate it is making an enemy of my Yunxia Sect!"
Then he raised his right hand, and a streak of cyan sword light shot out from his sleeve.
It was over a hundred zhang long. With a boom, it plunged