The End

Puff, puff, puff!

In midair, the attacks from the men who had gone all out against Shen Changchuan were suppressed, and the powerful backlash instantly made them spray a great mouthful of blood. Their entire bodies flew backward like rag dolls.

At the same time, it was not only those few.

On the plaza below, the cultivators who had originally attacked together, the instant their attacks shattered, each gave a muffled groan, their faces turning deathly pale, a thread of blood trickling from the corners of their mouths.

Amid the surrounding crowd, a series of tremors rippled through their auras, and then, one after another, they rapidly wilted.

In midair, after that sky-blotting giant hand wielding the Power of Space easily crushed the many attacks, it did not, under the terrified gazes of the people below, follow through and slap down with its palm.

Instead, with a wave of Shen Changchuan's hand not far away, it turned into a wisp of blue smoke and scattered into nothing, as if that terrifying scene from moments ago had been nothing but an illusion.

Naturally, that palm could not possibly fall.

In the inner sect of an immortal sect, it was only normal for proud, hot-blooded inner disciples to get fired up on a whim and spar in battle.

Cultivators could not possibly lack that bloody spirit.

But if it led to deaths, the result would be completely different!

The Jade Clarity Immortal Sect was not a demonic sect. It could not possibly allow inner disciples to slaughter one another and play by the demonic sect's rules of the strong surviving and the weak being culled.

If he accidentally killed someone, then that would be trouble.

One had to know that Shen Changchuan's palm, which contained the Power of Space, was in no