Everyone... which meant that Profound Sage Tyrannical Song, at the tender age of eighteen, had also been pulled into the Battle Space.
"Huh? Senior Song got pulled in too?" Soft Feather exclaimed.
The bedsheet she always kept beside her had gone in with him—the one she had bought from Senior Everything Can Be Sold. Just before Song Shuhang vanished, he had grabbed wildly and happened to take the bedsheet with him.
"Shuhang was transported into the Battle Space," Senior White said.
It was a spatial technique of a Ninth-Grade Tribulation Immortal, paired with the Crystal Pillar that measured cultivators' ages. Once the pillar had measured them, everyone in the twenty-year-old age group was pulled into the Battle Space.
Because it was a Tribulation Immortal's technique, it would almost never grab someone by mistake—unless another expert of Tribulation Immortal level or above interfered.
No one at the Immortal Chef Banquet believed Profound Sage Tyrannical Song was only eighteen... but eighteen he was.
Soft Feather immediately turned her gaze to the projection of the Battle Space.
What would Senior Song do now that he had been swept inside?
Would he bully the little Second-Grade Cultivators under twenty?
Or would he make some more interesting choice?
Inside the Battle Space.
Everyone under twenty had been snatched into the Battle Space without warning, plunging it into chaos.
The chaos sparked an all-out brawl.
Some attacked on instinct, some defended themselves, some curled into balls, and some screamed. Others were still staring blankly when they were knocked to the ground.
In just over five seconds, more than half the young cultivators had been cleared out of the Battle Space.
Most of those eliminated were First-Grade cultivators.
The "clearance" function was a protective mechanism of the Secret Realm's Battle Space.
Before the brawl began,