The four men spread out to the four corners. Above each of their heads appeared a green sprout, the hallmark of a True Core Late Stage powerhouse.
The sprouts shimmered with light, sweeping out a vast domain.
Four enormous domains closed in from four directions, instantly enclosing everyone within a giant square.
The Ninth Elder felt the world spin. The hall of understanding he had built over nearly two hundred years was crumbling, inch by inch.
He couldn't make sense of it. Four True Core Late Stage powerhouses had suddenly appeared, making such a grand display to surround and capture a force as small as theirs.
Was he really that important, or had True Core Late Stage powerhouses become as common as cabbages?
Their mighty Holy Clan had only five True Core Late Stage powerhouses in all.
Yet Donghua Immortal Sect had just produced four at once.
Even harder for him to accept was what he had witnessed with his own eyes: three of the four men had acted like servants, fetching chairs, pouring tea, and fawning over the female cultivator who had yet to reach the True Core Stage.
Unless this woman were an immortal descended to the mortal world, who else could make four True Core Late Stage powerhouses abase themselves like this?
And yet she was only at the Point Origin stage.
"Please, Miss Yan! Capture them, but don't kill them, or the consequences will be endless!"
Hong Jiantong called out a warning.
At that moment, he was on the verge of collapse for two reasons. First, like the Ninth Elder, his sense of reason had been shattered. Second, he was so happy he could barely contain himself.
Four True Core Late Stage powerhouses! Four of them! Donghua would never have to worry again. At last, he,