Inside the Great Hall.
Before anyone could recover their senses, Elder Zhuang Xiran at the head seat had already transformed into a streak of white light and vanished.
"What happened?"
"Why does it feel like this Great Hall is about to collapse?"
"Why is there such a huge commotion outside?"
"Could someone be attacking the mountain gate?"
"Come on, let's hurry outside and take a look."
Over a hundred spirit planter cultivators began surging toward the exit in a bustling crowd.
Qin Ming was also deeply startled. That tremendous bang just now had been deafening, as though it had come from very nearby.
He hurried outside and looked around.
He found that everything outside had already descended into chaos.
Qin Ming raised his head and looked into the sky. To his astonishment, he discovered that a section of Spirit Feather Sect's defensive formation had actually been torn open.
One had to know, this was a second-tier upper-grade defensive formation!
"Senior Brother, what exactly happened just now?"
Qin Ming casually stopped a Spirit Feather Sect disciple with a panicked expression.
"I-I think something happened over at Elder Zhuang's herb garden." That disciple did not seem to know the specifics either and hurried toward the herb garden.
Qin Ming's brows furrowed into the shape of a river.
Just as he was hesitating over whether to flee and get away from this place of trouble—
All of a sudden—
"Damn, that was way too savage! They even punched straight through a second-tier defensive formation. What absolute beasts!" The lean cultivator who had been sitting behind Qin Ming came hurrying back from the direction of the herb garden.
Qin Ming paused slightly and asked in confusion, "Fellow Daoist, do you know what happened over there?"
The lean cultivator stopped in his tracks. Wearing a