As soon as Di Yihun's words fell, hazy starlight suddenly flickered throughout the entire space, enveloping everyone.
It was as though the whole world had been bathed in endless starlight, dreamlike and ethereal.
Shi Zixuan's expression changed slightly, for he discovered that the surrounding space had been bound by a powerful force, preventing him from using spatial transfer again.
This was because his Space Law was not profound enough, having only reached the fifth-rank Great Perfection.
When Ye Jin, Leng Canfeng, and the hundred-odd others saw this, they were overjoyed. Their figures flashed, and within a breath, they had surrounded Shi Zixuan.
The people behind them also arrived one after another, their numbers growing ever larger and trapping Shi Zixuan deep within an encirclement.
"Shi Zixuan, you did not contribute a shred of effort to killing that burlap-clad man, yet you want to reap without sowing? Aren't you taking things for granted?" Leng Canfeng shouted coldly.
"The token belongs to us. You are not qualified to possess it!"
"Hand over the token, and we will let you leave!"
Everyone spoke in turn, glaring coldly at Shi Zixuan. They did not launch a joint attack, however. Shi Zixuan was not that burlap-clad man; they could make a move to seize the token, but they could not recklessly gang up to kill a fellow disciple.
"Everyone, the token belongs to the capable. Although I did not attack that burlap-clad man, I still have the right to compete for the token." Shi Zixuan swept his gaze over the crowd and spoke blandly.
Yet, from the corner of his eye, he had been keeping watch on Di Yihun. He knew Di Yihun was far from simple and might become a formidable rival.
Di Yihun's face remained indifferent. He did not speak again, merely listening