Step by step, Wu Li walked toward the void, his gaze sweeping over everyone.
"Who wants to go first?"
As soon as his voice fell, a white-bearded old man stepped forward.
Looking at the refined old man before him, Wu Li said indifferently, "Make your move."
The old man cupped his hands in salute, then took out a book and tossed it into the air.
Countless golden words appeared around Wu Li.
"Confucianism Dao?"
"You scholars are such a nuisance."
As he spoke, Wu Li clenched his large hand in the air, and the countless golden words were instantly crushed to pieces.
"Ha!"
Before the old man could make another move, Wu Li's fist had already slammed into his chest.
Boom!
The refined old man was blasted apart by a single punch from Wu Li.
Slowly withdrawing his fist, Wu Li said indifferently, "Since you're unwilling to send your true bodies, then come at me together."
"They're only avatars. I fear nothing!"
As soon as his voice fell, three more figures stepped forward.
Although all these avatars possessed extraordinary auras, interestingly enough, their appearances had all been casually molded.
Seeing this, Wu Li said impatiently, "What a nuisance. If you won't come, then I'll come to you!"
With that, Wu Li charged straight into the crowd.
Faced with such behavior, the many experts of the Pill Epoch also flew into a rage.
Though they had only sent avatars, and Desolate Heaven Emperor Wu Li was indeed said to be invincible, he was still not personally present in his true body.
For a mere avatar to dare act so arrogantly was simply treating the heroes of the world with far too much contempt.
At that thought, the onlookers no longer worried about saving face and immediately launched into a fierce battle.