Was Jiang Fan insane, trying to crush dozens of prodigies all by himself?
Not only did he want to challenge two Holy Sons at once, he even wanted all the disciples of the Four Great Holy Lands to come onto the stage together?
And... he was not even letting off the disciples of his own sect?
This...
This was clearly treating everyone as beneath his notice!
"Too far!"
"No, I can't take this anymore. Since you asked for it yourself, Jiang Fan, then I won't stand on ceremony! I'm in!"
"I'm in too!"
"Count me in!"
"And me!"
"..."
One figure after another leaped into the arena from the areas of the three great holy lands.
In the blink of an eye, more than twenty people had appeared on the stage.
These people were all outstanding figures among this generation's World Travelers of the three great holy lands. The weakest were at least in the late Emperor Realm, and several of them had obscure, profound auras, with half a foot already stepped into the Saint Realm.
Jiang Fan swept them with a glance.
He saw that the areas of the three great holy lands below the stage were already empty.
He immediately nodded in satisfaction.
"Very good!"
"Now this is what disciples of holy lands should look like!"
"Since you're all here, let's begin!"
Seeing Jiang Fan's calm and indifferent manner, no one moved.
Jiang Fan paused.
"You're not going to attack?"
"If you don't attack, you won't have another chance!"
At those words, everyone no longer had the mind to keep facing off with Jiang Fan. They also stopped worrying about whether this counted as ganging up on him and immediately surged forward all at once.
Li Hanfeng formed seals with both hands before his chest and shouted sharply.