A mirror-like expanse of water stretched before them, its surface shimmering with ripples.
It was obvious that there were fewer people on this so-called arena than those lying in wait outside.
"B-Big Brother, something's wrong! Why are there only the two of us Nascent Souls?"
Among them was a pair of brothers. Seeing that something was amiss, the chubby younger brother tugged at his elder brother's sleeve.
The burly elder brother's face darkened to the extreme, and he immediately cursed, "A bunch of spineless cowards! Didn't we agree to come together? Why can't I see a single one of you? May every last one of you give birth to children without assholes!"
The two brothers were desperate as well. Amid a crowd of Spirit Transformation cultivators, what could two insignificant Nascent Souls use to compete for the Daoist True Inheritance? If their luck turned bad and they encountered someone in the Void Shattering Realm, wouldn't that person slap them to death?
With the rules still unclear, everyone tacitly refrained from making a move.
"There are no rules on the field. Only the last ten remain!"
That ethereal, illusory voice suddenly rang out in their minds again. Before some people could even react, they were blasted away by those beside them.
At the same time, Xiang Tian discovered that five people were charging straight at him.
"Retreat first! Don't stay too close to me!"
Xiang Tian was startled and hurriedly called out to Ye Xun and the others behind him. To avoid dragging them into this, Xiang Tian chose to meet the attack head-on.
"Good heavens, Lie Que, disciple of Old Ancestor Huoyun; Yin Qian of the Yin Family; Li Yang the Sword Maniac; Mo Chou of You Lian Valley; and one more guy I don't recognize. Why are they ganging