As Gong Yun'er's words fell, the entire scene immediately erupted.
"Spare all of their lives?" To everyone present, that was simply a ridiculous joke.
Which one of them was not an important figure in an Imperial Dynasty Immortal Sect—a elder, Vice Sect Master, or even Sect Master?
They normally stood high above others, accustomed to being courted and flattered.
"Little girl, do you know what you're saying?" someone said blandly.
"I'm afraid you still haven't figured out your own situation. This is not your Imperial Dynasty Immortal Sect," Gong Yun'er said with a smile, clapping her hands.
The next moment, the entire Tian Yuan Small World began to tremble.
From the places where Monk Dazhi had buried the crystals, seven beams of light shot skyward and pierced the heavens.
They surged mightily into the vault of the sky as rumbling thunder echoed all around.
At once, a strange force spread through the surroundings. Wherever that force reached, space itself was sealed.
It was as though it had been petrified, its surface covered by a layer of congealed power.
"This..." The people from the various sects frowned in alarm at the sight.
With space sealed, it meant this place had been cut off. For the time being, they could no longer contact the outside world.
More importantly, how had these people sealed the space without anyone noticing?
"What exactly are you trying to do?" Baili Chengfeng frowned even more deeply.
"I already told you my demand," Gong Yun'er said with a smile.
"I will participate in the Heavenly Martial Convention and challenge the geniuses of our Eastern Continent."
"I don't have time to play house with you," Baili Chengfeng snorted coldly.
A terrifying aura burst from him. Blue spiritual energy coiled and surged around his right fist as he slammed it