The distance wasn't far.
It was only several dozen li away.
There was an arena there, specially built as a place for Golden Core cultivators to fight.
Unlike Foundation Establishment, battles between Golden Core cultivators had far too great an area of effect.
Though Central Mist Island was vast, stretching over a hundred li from end to end, it clearly could not serve as a Golden Core battlefield. Once a fight broke out, it would collapse in an instant.
This arena was a small pocket world.
Following that group over, Li Su looked at the Three Mountains and One Hall disciples charging admission at the arena entrance with a pained expression.
In fact, it wasn't just him. There were many people outside the arena at the moment, all wearing equally pained expressions as they couldn't help griping inwardly.
There was no helping it—the ticket price was fucking outrageous.
It actually cost a thousand high-grade spirit stones!
This wasn't selling tickets; this was straight-up fucking robbery.
You ask why it was so expensive?
Heh, a great battle between peerless Golden Core cultivators of Heavy Origin Sect and Shenxiao Sect—how could a mere thousand high-grade spirit stones be considered expensive? It was already dirt cheap, all right? The only reason was that the two sides were about to fight immediately. Otherwise, if Three Mountains and One Hall had been given some time to prepare and publicize it, it would only have cost more.
Seeing the Three Mountains and One Hall disciples' expressions practically screaming, "Poor bastards, fuck off," he couldn't help taking a breath before gritting his teeth and paying up.
Yang Spirit, and peerless at that.
Though it was a bit of a scam, it was still worth something. At the very least, he could compare himself against them and gain