Master Banshan's words were like a blanket attack.
But such a crude provocation didn't have a great effect. Even Zou Bufan, the Second Master of the Loose Cultivator Alliance, shrank away. Did he think no one here had any sense?
"Haha," Master Banshan laughed up to the sky, as flamboyant as he could be, "Is this the Loose Cultivator Alliance?"
However, it was still useless. Among the six Masters remaining, only two were from the Loose Cultivator Alliance — one was Zou Bufan, and the other was an Initial Golden Core Stage, who thought reasonably: Come on, I'm just at the Initial Golden Core Stage, is it my turn?
It's not strange for him to think this way. He didn't mind fighting to death, but sacrificing himself... isn't that foolish?
Since the Loose Cultivator Alliance members were unresponsive, those who were invited naturally had no reason to respond either — the one being scolded belonged to the Loose Cultivator Alliance, what does that have to do with me?
