One More Look and It Explodes

The four cultivators bound by restraints cursed at the top of their lungs, their insults as vile as they could possibly be, dragging the Treasure Pavilion's ancestors of eighteen generations into it.

Several Treasure Pavilion cultivators standing nearby had faces as dark as thunder.

If these bastards did not have such powerful backgrounds, they would have their souls extracted and spirits refined today. Otherwise, it would be a disgrace to their cultivation.

Quite a few cultivators around them were watching from afar, their eyes full of schadenfreude.

However, that schadenfreude was directed at the Treasure Pavilion.

Ever since the Treasure Pavilion had joined forces with the Joyous Union Sect, the remaining five major sects had also compromised one by one and formed an alliance.

The first consensus after the Seven Sect Alliance was established was that cultivators were not allowed to kill people at will.

When cultivators fought each other, they relied on their own abilities.

Grudges between mortals were for mortals to resolve themselves.

But if cultivators still wished to treat mortals like ants and kill them as they pleased, as they had in the past, then they would have to see whether their fists were harder, or the Seven Sect Alliance's.

Because of this, quite a few second- and third-rate sects had suffered greatly.

Not long ago, even a rogue cultivator at the Soul Transformation stage had violated this rule. In a fit of rage, he had merely killed a dozen or so mortals.

The Seven Sect Alliance immediately dispatched three experts of the same realm to capture that rogue cultivator.

After he was caught, even though he was willing to offer a large amount of spirit stones and other compensation to settle the matter, he was still sent to the Treasure Pavilion, where he was publicly subjected