Utter Defeat

"Se—Senior—Senior, spare our lives!"

The leader was so frightened that even his voice had changed pitch. He bowed again and again, nearly dropping to his knees. "We—we merely stumbled into this place by mistake. We have absolutely no intention of offending you. Carry on—please, carry on!"

With that, the three hurriedly turned around, intending to flee back to the second level of the secret realm.

Yet the gateway had already vanished, leaving them with no way to escape.

Thus, the three brothers could only squat by the edge of the arena with miserable faces, not daring to make a single sound.

After coldly sweeping them a glance, the hundred cultivators snorted disdainfully and ignored them, focusing their attention once more on Zhang Sanxian.

But that single glance terrified the three brothers so badly they barely dared breathe. Huddled at the arena's edge, they communicated through true essence transmissions, their hearts filled with horror.

Heavens! Over a hundred peak five-digit cultivators—no! There are even six-digit big shots! But why—why are they surrounding that guy?

That man—he seems to be at the peak of five digits too. How did he provoke so many big shots? How the hell is he capable of that?

We're done for. Surrounded by that many big shots, he's definitely dead. I just wonder whether we'll get dragged into this too!

Just then, Zhang Sanxian, whose refinement had been disturbed by all the clamor, finally raised his head impatiently. Frowning slightly, he said coldly, "Quit barking like dogs. All of you, shut up."

After saying that, he lowered his head again and continued refining the Thunderflame in his palm.

Zhang Sanxian had not spoken loudly, yet every cultivator heard him clearly.

The entire place fell silent in an instant.

All hundred cultivators froze, as though they could not