Capítulo 162: A Daring Command! The Sword Saint Ancestors!

In the skies above the coliseum, the thousand-plus warriors of the ancient Gong family hovered in disarray as they stared at the tall, dark-skinned Patrick in the distance. Most cultivators expressed shocking countenances as their minds slowly comprehended the situation. They had just witnessed the strongest members in their group get slapped into meat pastes; such a scene was not only reality-shattering but also extremely demoralizing. Seeing their strongest warriors die instantly at the hands of the enemy without the slightest struggle embedded a dreadful impression of Patrick in their minds and hearts, drastically reducing their fighting spirits.

Opposite the cultivators, Patrick remained in the air as he kept his word, not attacking and giving them a minute to prepare their best artifacts and techniques. He hovered with his hair and robe breezily fluttering with the blowing wind while maintaining his hands behind him like a teacher waiting to punish his students.