"Loose cultivators are not allowed inside, or don't blame me for being ruthless!"
Ren Zong's voice echoed within the Golden Treasure Hall. Although not loud, it was like a divine decree, one that no one could defy.
Wu Dao stood by his side, his narrow eyes scanning the crowd.
He expressed through his demeanor that he shared the same thoughts as Ren Zong.
Currently, too many have intruded into the Golden Treasure Hall; they must first clear out some people before making further plans.
Thus, the loose cultivators without sect or affiliation became the first targets for the sect disciples to strike.
Under the command of the two, the disciples of the two sects brandished their magical soldiers and moved in groups toward the approaching loose cultivators.
There weren't many loose cultivators who made it this far, but there were still a dozen or so, each exerting all their energy. How could they scale the treasure mountain only to be forced to retreat?
