Chapter 391
An early-stage cultivator of the Dao Palace Realm and an intermediate-stage cultivator were in the midst of a crowd mostly from the Spirit Martial Realm. The interweaving auras of the Dao were incredibly terrifying, creating an oppressive atmosphere that was almost suffocating.
The surrounding spectators, seeing their objective achieved, couldn't help but reveal smug smiles.
If one fewer person enters the Spirit Martial Great Formation tomorrow to compete for the treasures, then there's one less person to worry about, especially someone with considerable strength like him. If he were to enter, he could become a formidable rival.
"Hmph, doesn't even understand the logic that the bird that sticks its head out gets shot. How can he even survive in the Cultivation World?"
Among the spectators, a middle-aged man with a sly look and a goatee, who was not even six feet tall, sneered with satisfaction, his mustache curving upwards involuntarily.