Pfft, pfft, pfft!
In midair,
the attacks launched with full force by those people against Shen Changchuan were suppressed. The powerful backlash immediately made them spew mouthfuls of blood, and their bodies were sent flying like rag dolls.
At the same time,
it was not just those few.
On the plaza below,
the cultivators who had attacked together, at the instant their attacks shattered,
each let out a muffled groan. Their faces turned pale, and a trace of blood seeped from the corners of their mouths.
Among the surrounding crowd, a series of auras fluctuated violently, before rapidly withering away one after another.
In midair,
after effortlessly crushing the many attacks, that Sky Covering Great Hand wielding Space Power did not take advantage of the terrified gazes of those below to slap down with its palm,
but with a wave of Shen Changchuan's hand in the distance, it turned into a wisp of green smoke and vanished into nothingness,
as though the horrifying sight from before had been nothing more than an illusion.
Naturally, that palm strike could not possibly fall.
Within the Immortal Sect's Inner Sect,
it was commonplace for proud and arrogant Inner Sect disciples, their blood running hot, to spar and fight.
Cultivators could not lack that streak of fierceness.
But if it led to deaths, the consequences would be entirely different!
The Yuqing Immortal Sect was not a demonic sect. It could not allow Inner Sect disciples to slaughter one another and play by the demonic sects' rule of survival of the fittest.
If someone were accidentally killed,
that would be troublesome.
One had to know that Shen Changchuan's palm, infused with Space Power, possessed might no less than that of the Spirit Wandering realm,
while these easily incited fellows around him were not particularly strong.