Self-Directed Performance

"From this moment on, this place belongs to me alone! All irrelevant people, get the hell out!"

Above the platform area where forces from four sides were fighting, a man suddenly appeared, bare-chested with loose white hair, radiating overwhelming arrogance as he loudly proclaimed.

The people below had their battle interrupted by this second troublemaker. They immediately looked up at him, then gave a unified response: a joint attack.

In an instant, just as when Wang Zhifan had barged in earlier, the arrogant man was drowned beneath all manner of attacks from multiple sects. He seemed to have no chance of surviving, but in truth, this man was Wang Zhifan in disguise, so the outcome was obvious.

Boom!

The bare-chested, white-haired brute thrust out a palm to either side, splitting every attack aimed at him in two and driving them back down onto both sides of the platform area.

The members of the four great sects, divided across two battlefields, were immediately blasted into the air by the overwhelming force. Many spat blood on the spot, their eyes filled with shock and suspicion.

"Where did this madman come from?!"

"This fiend's cultivation is terrifying!"

"Don't let him scare you! Attack together and kill him!"

The people present truly were experts from their respective sects. Having seen all sorts of powerhouses and grand scenes, they remained calm even after Wang Zhifan had forcefully repelled their joint assault. They intended to rely on their numbers to deal with Wang Zhifan first, now that he had become the common enemy after disrupting their affairs.

Wang Zhifan, standing in the air, could not help but sneer. The reason he had not begun a slaughter just now was not because he lacked the ability, but because he had shown mercy and given those below a