章 171: The Sect Tournament -7

Bai Lung's eyes glinted with a deep red Aura, while he raised his left hand at the sky.

In an instant a life-threatening purple orb was formed, that sucked the air from the surrounding.

The air grew thick with tension as Bai Lung's purple orb crackled ominously, casting eerie shadows.

The disciples who were confident just a moment ago, now eyed the orb with a mix of awe and fear.

" S-Senior Brother, be careful! " one of them called out with a shaky scared voice.

Bai Lung's lips curled into a sardonic smile, "You should have taken my offer,"

he said softly, his voice carrying an edge of menace. "Now, face the consequences, "

He thrust his hand forward, and the purple orb shot towards the group with a streak of lethal energy.

The disciples scrambled to react, their faces paling as they hastily formed defensive stances using their dazzling golden qi to block the attack.

But it was too late.

Swoosh~ Swoosh~