The skies above Purple Cloud Mountain.
Brilliant streaks of light flashed, and war chariots rumbled.
Over a hundred mighty figures at the Nascent Soul stage or above held the place, sealing off the surrounding space to prevent anyone from entering or leaving.
They truly took Lu Bai seriously. Otherwise, they wouldn't have thrown away all dignity and chosen to bully someone weaker than themselves.
But this concern was strategic in nature. Lu Bai's current cultivation wasn't enough to make them nervous.
Not one of them could be said to be particularly worried.
When Lu Bai entered the Mental Time Chamber and closed his eyes, they took it as a sign that he'd accepted his fate.
That seemed only natural to them. After all, Lu Bai was merely a late-stage Golden Core cultivator. So what if he had a few unusual tricks?
They had over a hundred Nascent Soul elders here. How could they let some insignificant Golden Core cultivator throw his weight around?
As for the disciples of the immortal sects present, perhaps because they were young, they all felt somewhat indignant about how their elders had acted.
Even the Golden Scale Saint Son, whom Lu Bai had beaten into critical condition, and the Sword Wielding Disciple of Jiange, who had already regained consciousness, didn't particularly want to see things end this way.
After all, to become a leading figure among the younger generation, one needed more than talent. Confidence was a factor too.
In the eyes of these disciples, Lu Bai was still a cultivator of the younger generation.
Even if he was strong enough to crush them, these true prodigies would only think of devoting themselves to cultivation and settling the score after they'd broken through. They would never consider asking their elders to step in.
After all,