Seizure
"Bu! Miaomiao!"
The moment Qin Shaofeng and the other two arrived before the Eight Hundred Great Mountains, an enraged roar interrupted their advance.
All three turned toward the source of the voice.
They saw a middle-aged man who bore a seventy-percent resemblance to Bu Miaomiao flying toward them at an unimaginable speed.
The middle-aged man's cultivation was too powerful, and he was too fast. In the blink of an eye, he had arrived before them.
Bu Miaomiao, who had originally wanted to throw a fit, went pale at the sound of that voice. Her entire body trembled, and she instinctively stopped the restriction flag.
The middle-aged man appeared before the three of them, his eyes seeming ready to spit fire as he glared at them and coldly asked, "Who allowed you to barge through the trial like this?"
His voice was so loud that it immediately drew countless gazes.
Bu Miaomiao was already too frightened to speak.
Jingchuan, however, was far more rational. He immediately took out a small restriction item.
The restriction activated, and scene after scene appeared before everyone's eyes.
The scenes showed exactly how they had been attacked time and again by forces comparable to a Thirty-two step expert.
"Uncle Bu, this nephew understands your anger, but we had our reasons for choosing this method of travel. If we didn't make a big enough commotion and report this matter as soon as possible, leaving aside our own safety, wouldn't it be bad if the fellow disciples taking part in the assessment also encountered trouble?" Jingchuan said respectfully.
Though his tone was respectful, his words were anything but.
Yet the middle-aged man who had stopped them was utterly shaken by what he saw in the images. How could he still have the mood to care about Jingchuan's