Just then, a thunderous boom suddenly rang out in the sky, and bolts of lightning as thick as water buckets streaked across the heavens.
The next moment, torrential rain poured down, slanting toward the ground.
Everyone simply stared one another down.
"Attack."
No one knew who said it, but the next moment, the surrounding Golden Core and Nascent Soul Realm disciples began attacking one after another.
As for why they had not brought any Foundation Establishment Realm cultivators? Damn it, those at the Foundation Establishment Realm could barely maintain flight on their swords—fight in midair? In their dreams.
As the saying went, on the battlefield, generals faced generals and soldiers faced soldiers. Naturally, the soldiers went first.
Watching the Nascent Soul and Golden Core Realm rebel forces close in from all around, the Nameless Mountain disciples behind them flushed red.
"Kill! Damn it, are we supposed to fear them? We are all prodigies of Nameless Mountain. The ones before us are nothing but a rabble. You usually boast that no one can match you at the same realm—now that the test has come, what are you waiting for?"
"If you can kill five people at the same realm, you can go back and brag your asses off. If you're scared now, then once this is over and everyone returns to Nameless Mountain, all you'll be able to do is listen to others brag."
"If you charge now, then in the future, you'll be the one doing the bragging."
Within the crowd, Xiao Chen let out a roar and charged out first with a spear in hand. The Nameless Mountain disciples behind him immediately lit up at his words.
That was right—who among those able to become disciples of Nameless Mountain's Inner Sect or Outer Sect was not a prodigy?
And