Boom!
As the low beat of a war drum fell, the white-robed figure at the very front of the Heart-Severing Hall camp suddenly rose to his feet. "Everyone, before this Son of the Continent Tournament begins, I have something I would like to announce first."
"Heart-Severing Hall Master, is there anything that cannot wait until after the tournament? We have no mind right now to listen to you spout nonsense here."
On Spirit Luo Path's side, a majestic figure in golden robes sat boldly upon a golden throne.
"Spirit Luo is right. Heart-Severing, sit down already. I don't have time to stand here listening to you bark out a load of bullshit."
As soon as the Spirit Luo Path Master's words fell, the Wind Demon Fortress Master across from him immediately chimed in.
Their seven factions were of similar strength, and the seven top experts were all Late Spirit Grade Heavenly Sovereigns. None could do anything to the others. While they maintained a strange balance, none of them could stand seeing another steal the limelight.
"And what if I insist on continuing?"
The smile on the Heart-Severing Hall Master's face did not diminish as he continued speaking with a beaming expression.
"Ha. With just you, a mere Late Spirit Grade Heavenly Sovereign? Heart-Severing, I'm warning you not to make trouble. Otherwise, when the time comes, the six of us will join forces to punish you. So what if we destroy your Heart-Severing Hall?"
The Spirit Luo Path Master seemed to have quite a grudge against the Heart-Severing Hall Master and immediately threatened him aloud. In his words, he even dragged in the other five factions watching from the sidelines, clearly well-versed in the art of borrowing others' strength to strike.
For a moment, the gazes the other five top experts