"Who?"
A moment before Luo Chen appeared, the Soaring Sky City Lord was the first to sense something amiss.
When a thunderous crack rang out and a figure appeared from nowhere, he narrowed his eyes and looked over.
This was no Nascent Soul Cultivator from the Eastern Wasteland he knew.
He was about to ask Divine Fire Zhenren beside him when he saw the man's expression change drastically. Divine Fire Zhenren unleashed his escape art, becoming a wolf of wind and fire that flew toward the Battle Arena.
The Soaring Sky City Lord paused, then the corners of his mouth lifted.
"Another good show!"
Under the eyes of the crowd, someone forced his way through the Battle Arena's isolation formation. Apart from the Nascent Soul True Persons watching, most people had yet to react.
Only the man's ringing sneer reached every ear.
"If you lot won't fight honorably, don't blame me for giving you a taste of your own medicine!"
The crowd did not understand what he meant.
But the next moment, they saw the white-robed Daoist holding up Skyscraper Cliff with one hand. With a toss of his other hand, a small mountain came spinning out.
The mountain swelled in the wind, becoming a steep peak in an instant.
Broken blades, spears, swords, and halberds jutted from its slopes at every angle, like defective Magic Treasures of every kind.
But those weapons were not what mattered.
What mattered was that the moment the mountain appeared, it bore straight down on the other man in the Battle Arena, just as Skyscraper Cliff had before it.
Yin Sixiang felt a fierce wind strike his face. He could barely breathe, let alone circulate his Mana.
He finally managed to summon his Natal Magic Treasure, the Four Spirits Banner, but its four flags