Dong——
Dong——
A melodious bell suddenly rang out in Wangxian Valley, and more than ten groups of disciples flew out from below. Brilliant Immortal Light lit up all around the valley, and one by one, bronze platforms slowly ascended from below, beginning to form a larger platform in mid-air.
What's happening?
Master Wang, who was discussing tactics with Mu Dan through an Alien Soul, was also attracted by the commotion. He returned his mind to his main body and opened his eyes to observe the scene.
"What's going on here?"
"It seems like the disciple martial arts tournament is starting early?"
"Is Wangxian Valley afraid? Those Demon Path's Evil Demons haven't even shown up, and they're already starting the tournament?"
"Perhaps they're worried the disciples will be harmed by the Demon Path. It's understandable. No matter how strong those Demon Cultivators are, would they dare to show off in front of so many fellows? It's bound to be all bark and no bite."
