At the same time.
Within the Bloodline Battle Array, inside the enormous phantom shrouded in vast, majestic pressure, more than a dozen Golden Core Mortal Cultivators sat cross-legged in linked formation, their minds drawn taut in intense concentration.
But at the instant two overwhelmingly powerful Nascent Soul Divine Senses suddenly locked onto the battle array...
Everyone's heart sank sharply.
They also keenly caught two utterly different yet equally domineering and chilling Nascent Soul Auras.
Without the slightest warning, without even half a word of courtesy, two attacks containing the power of the Nascent Soul Great Dao tore through the air.
Killing intent instantly engulfed the entire battle array, leaving them no room at all to catch their breath, respond, or form a defensive formation.
Clearly, these two Nascent Soul True Lords who had appeared so suddenly had never intended to negotiate or test the waters.
The moment they struck, it was with lethal intent.
This was the cruel, cold norm of the Cultivation World.
The strong devoured the weak; life and death raced neck and neck; slaughter never needed needless words.
The scenes in popular storybooks where combatants announced their names and traded verbal barbs before a duel were truly rare in real life-and-death battles, almost as fantastical as a tale from heaven.
For great powers whose cultivation had reached the Nascent Soul realm, there was never any need for preamble when killing an enemy.
They struck like thunder, deciding life and death in a single blow.
That was the code by which the strong acted.
At this moment!
Though the Golden Core Mortal Cultivators stood within the towering phantom, the sudden upheaval still caught them completely off guard.
Two waves of Nascent Soul pressure crushed down like the collapse of heaven and earth.
An intense sense of danger instantly