The bustling and laughter-filled third floor of the Elegant Scholar Pavilion suddenly turned gloomy and grim. Small Cliff destroyed, Long Lake collapsed, Peach Grove withered, the Green Field was turned into a complete mess.
At this moment, Bai Ming, who had previously been calm and composed, was nowhere near a match for Li Qingming with his cultivation level. If this imposing aura wasn't unintentionally released by Li Qingming, Bai Ming, with only Quasi-Saint Cultivation, would have already died hundreds of times.
Now he regretted everything terribly. If he had known earlier, he would never have taken this unlucky job! Who would have thought that hearing those four words would elicit such a huge reaction from this freak, almost destroying the Elegant Scholar Pavilion!
Those who could still stand in the Green Field were only the top Sub-Saints and Saints, who were desperately struggling to hold on.
