Shrill alarms rang out one after another throughout the Daoist Grounds.
The cultivators hurried along, yet remained orderly as they rushed to their respective defensive sectors.
Wang Ba and Hui Yunzi followed the Purple Robes Youth toward the water screens that monitored the surroundings of the Cloud-Heaven Realm, unable to hide their surprise:
"They came again so soon?"
The Purple Robes Youth looked slightly solemn and nodded.
"The Supreme True Buddha's challenge matches come at irregular intervals, but those intervals are clearly getting shorter..."
Wang Ba's expression tightened at his words.
What those increasingly short intervals meant was plainly self-evident.
These monks of the Supreme True Buddha might have been gradually running out of patience.
As they spoke, he had already followed the Purple Robes Youth to the water screens. Quite a few cultivators were already there.
His gaze swept over the shifting images, and he soon saw the monks led by the East Great Bodhisattva appear once again in the void beyond the boundary on one of the screens.
A Bodhisattva flew over from afar atop a lotus dais, then stopped in the void a short distance beyond the boundary under the cultivators' watchful eyes and called out:
"By the Great Bodhisattva's decree..."
Soon, all the cultivators in the Daoist Grounds were frowning.
"They've changed the rules again. This time, ten people must form a formation and fight other formations, with three victories out of five deciding the winner..."
The Purple Robes Youth's expression darkened slightly as well. He spoke quietly to Wang Ba:
"These rules seem specifically designed to guard against you, fellow Daoist."
Wang Ba said nothing.
Judging by the rules, they did indeed seem aimed at a cultivator like him who excelled at Dharma Combat.
After all, however strong one person might be, within a ten-person