"Those are twenty grey-robed Spirit World Masters from the Spirit World Guild! What are they doing? Have they lost their minds?" Shocked cries erupted from the crowd. Those with sharp eyes had already recognized the origins of those twenty figures.
The twenty grey-robed Spirit World Masters stood in a line. Before an army of tens of thousands, they appeared frail and weak, yet not a single one retreated a single step. The grey Spirit World robes billowed in the wind, and there was no hint of them backing down.
This terrified the onlookers. What on earth were these Spirit World Masters trying to do? Were they seeking death? Everyone knew that Spirit World Masters were powerful, and grey-robed Spirit World Masters even more so.
But standing before them was an army of tens of thousands — and not just any army, but the army of the Qilin Prince's Manor. The Qilin Prince's Manor's troops were famously formidable in battle, far beyond what the disciples and elders of various sects could compare to. They were a true army of kings.
Moreover, the leader of this Qilin army was Lin Ran — an elder at the eighth level of the Xuan Wu Realm, a towering figure renowned throughout all of Qingzhou, whose combat power was nothing short of terrifying.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!"
Suddenly, the twenty figures' hands moved rapidly. Layers of grey mist began to swirl around their bodies, forming a shield that churned and rolled. The mist grew denser and denser, until in the end it had almost completely enveloped them.
"Hundred Dragon Heaven-Sealing Formation!"
At last, the twenty grey-robed Spirit World Masters struck as one. The grey mist swirling around them transformed into enormous grey dragons.
The grey dragons roared across the sky. Counting them carefully, there were a full hundred — each one stretching hundreds of meters long, undeniably colossal.
The hundreds of enormous dragons surged toward the Qilin Prince's Manor's army as one. Their gaping maws opened wide, as though in their eyes the Qilin army was not a fearsome force at all, but merely a delectable feast.
Even as disciplined as the Qilin army was, they were shaken by the hundred dragons. For a moment, their advance halted, and looks of terror crept onto each soldier's face — for they could feel the threat radiating from those dragons.
"Empty bluster!"
At that moment, Lin Ran stepped forward. Seated atop his golden horse, he threw several punches toward the sky. Each punch trailed a streak of golden light, like meteors hurtling upward toward the hundred dragons above.
"BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM!"
Amid the thunderous explosions, the golden fist strikes shattered the hundred dragons to pieces, leaving them unrecognizable. The massive dragon bodies dissolved into vast clouds of grey mist that drifted across the sky, lingering for a long time.
"Oohhhhh~~~~!" The Qilin army burst into cheers, celebrating their victory.
"This Lin Ran is too powerful! At the eighth level of the Xuan Wu Realm, combined with his comprehension and application of martial arts, he's practically defying heaven itself. No matter how bizarre the Spirit World Masters' methods are, they can't withstand him. That is the might of a true martial cultivator — once you possess absolute combat power, no devious arts can stand against you."
After the twenty grey-robed Spirit World Masters made their move — especially when the hundred dragons appeared — many people had glimpsed a glimmer of hope. But when that hope was crushed, what they received instead was an even deeper disappointment.
What no one noticed, however, was that after the hundred grey dragons were blasted apart, the twenty grey-robed Spirit World Masters showed not the slightest trace of worry. Instead, in those aged eyes of theirs, a faint glimmer of joy had surfaced.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!"