"Nine Ruins Mountain really had some tricks up its sleeve. They had even set up powerful spell formations and restrictions outside the mountain gate."
Qin Fengming's eyes flickered as he gazed at the invisible energy that surged up like a world-shaking torrent before him, sweeping across the vast area and blocking it off in an instant. He clicked his tongue repeatedly in amazement.
The restriction that had suddenly appeared did not display much offensive power, but its obstructive force was extraordinary.
Although the space ahead seemed empty, Qin Fengming sensed an invisible feeling of being controlled by the wind permeating the area. He was certain that if he entered it, he would inevitably be enveloped by that aura and unable to move freely.
No wonder Nine Ruins Mountain had left tens of thousands of cultivators stranded outside the mountain gate. It turned out they had made preparations long ago.
As the restriction's aura swept into view, the assembled cultivators immediately erupted into commotion. Everyone dodged aside, quickly retreating far from the area where more than a thousand cultivators had been bound by the aura.
"Fellow Daoists, my Nine Ruins Mountain sincerely welcomes you to our exchange gathering. However, if anyone intends to violate the rule established by my Nine Ruins Mountain since ancient times forbidding private combat, that will absolutely not be permitted. If so, we will have no choice but to ask all of you to leave this place."
The voice from the towering palace rang out again. No severity showed in its tone, but the meaning behind the words exerted immense pressure on the more than a hundred thousand cultivators present.
Nine Ruins Mountain was definitely not making an empty threat. Although they had merely said that those who fought would be made to leave, their methods were