The commotion from Song Zhong's tribulation was truly enormous.
That was a heavenly tribulation.
Bolts of lightning crashed down without cease. Many cultivators arrived one after another, perhaps simply wanting to see who was so foolhardy as to undergo tribulation in a place like this.
Yet before they could see the cultivator within, they first spotted the Ancient Witch Clan cultivators standing guard outside.
Though they did not attack immediately, neither did they leave.
But gradually, as more and more Southern Frontier cultivators gathered—
"The one undergoing tribulation over there must be a cultivator of the Ancient Witch Clan."
"There are only two of them guarding the place."
"That person is resisting the lightning with his flesh alone, not even using witchcraft. He must be a Heavenly Prodigy of the Ancient Witch Clan!"
"Kill him first."
The Southern Frontier cultivators exchanged glances and attacked one after another.
But just one or two breaths later, piercing sounds of air being torn apart came from the void.
"Seeking death! You dare attack cultivators of our clan!"
"It's them again!"
"They have been steadily gnawing away at the land we live on, and now they want to kill our Heavenly Prodigy!"
"Kill them!"
One Ancient Witch Clan cultivator after another saw the Southern Frontier cultivators besieging their fellow clan members. Without the slightest hesitation, they attacked directly.
The two sides had long borne deep grudges against each other. For a time, a full-scale battle erupted.
As the battle's commotion spread, more and more Southern Frontier cultivators noticed it and flew over.
Likewise, Ancient Witch Clan cultivators continued to arrive. The fighting grew increasingly fierce, and even the battlefield kept expanding.
In the distance, Xia Kening gazed at the battlefield, her face filled with worry. This had gotten far too big.
These Ancient Witch