The entire crowd fell silent, staring at the enormous sphere of magical energy in the air with their mouths hanging open in shock.
Did they really need to make such a huge scene just to fight a dozen inner disciples? Wasn't this firing a cannon at mosquitoes?!
All around, elders, guardians, and stewards scurried like ants on a hot pan, frantically reinforcing the formations to keep the destruction from spreading any farther.
Ming Hao stood where he was, calmly watching the sphere Zhao Fei and the others were charging grow larger and larger overhead. It radiated a dazzling light, as though it would swallow the entire space.
Yet not a trace of fear appeared on Ming Hao's face. He gripped a talisman tightly, seemingly ready to crush it with just a little more pressure.
Ming Hao ranted furiously to himself:
What the hell kind of training is this? I've barely left home, and I've already run into this kind of overwhelming beatdown...
He shook his head helplessly, unsure whether to laugh or cry at what had happened. They had actually dared to lay their filthy hands on Lin Zihan, and he had lost control of his emotions for a moment and hit them too hard.
Meanwhile, Lin Yong, Fatty Zhang, and the others had stopped hurling abuse as they had before.
Though their eyes were filled with resentment, they understood how badly the situation had turned against them. No amount of cursing would help.
Just then, among the distant crowd, Qing Yun, Wang Yong, and the others were concentrating fully on a summoning ritual.
But at the crucial moment, just as the ritual was about to finish, two hands suddenly reached over from behind and mercilessly interrupted their movements.
Qing Yun, Wang Yong, and the others flew into a