The disciples of the Wuji Sect marched rapidly, closing in on the front line with unexpected swiftness.
The people of Huashan Sect were all tense, not expecting the other side to be so decisive.
"Do it!"
Zhan Wuji was the first to shout and, despite his injuries, charged forward.
"Kill those evil sect bastards!"
Hu Boyong, as Zhan Wuji's rival, couldn't show weakness and quickly followed suit.
Ji Yue'Er, seeing this, was extremely helpless and could only shout, "Fight!"
With the command of the general, the disciples were no longer timid.
They strode forward, transforming into fierce warriors, resolutely rushing into the battle.
In the end, the two groups clashed against each other.
It was as grand as a battlefield of gold and iron horses.
Cultivators inside the arena clashed with each other, and the Spiritual Qi shook the heavens and earth.
From a bird's-eye view, this land was filled with colorful Spiritual Qi.
Each color represented the Spiritual Qi of a prodigy.
