"Begin. Take the field freely!"
You Tianlin called out loudly. Behind him, soul power condensed into an invisible throne, and he slowly took a seat.
The other Pavilion Masters did the same, sitting beside the Pavilion Master and watching the battles to come.
The Pavilion Disciples did not rashly make a move. All of them carefully sized up the five alien rebels.
First, only those with cultivation at the same level could fight.
Second, without absolute confidence, no one dared act rashly. Defeat would not only bring shame, but also severe punishment.
Whoosh!
Finally, after several breaths, a young Pavilion Disciple at the Great Perfection of Fortune Realm flew up and landed atop one of the formation diagrams.
The alien on the formation diagram was a strange race Su Mo did not recognize.
His entire body was mottled white, his hair like withered grass, his expression stiff, and his body exceptionally tall, standing over nine feet.
This person was a member of the Stone Race, a race from the Yutian Great World. Their people could be considered naturally gifted, with foundations far deeper than those of ordinary martial cultivators.
"Kill!"
The moment the young Pavilion Disciple stepped onto the formation diagram, he attacked without another word.
This was not a spar in the true sense. It was an unfair slaughter. He had no interest in exchanging even half a polite sentence with these rebels.
The young Pavilion Disciple was very strong and proficient in the Supreme Yang Law. With a palm strike, powerful soul power formed like a curtain of heaven and ruthlessly bore down upon the Stone Race member.
The Stone Race member's expression was rigid, but his movements did not hesitate in the slightest. He immediately counterattacked, his massive fist gleaming with crystalline light as it blasted through