At the Edge of a Big Fight

"You are just the person who's responsible for announcing the tournament rule. How dare you act all high and mighty?" Ye Mo said coldly. "Do you really think that Limestone City has no powerful warriors? Do you want this pouch? I can give it to you--that's if anyone of you can take it from me."

Not even one person got to see how Ye Mo had sent the leader flying. All they knew was that Ye Mo had to be at least as strong as a Spirit Cultivating Ninth Realm warrior to be able to injure him, even if it was a sneak attack.

"How dare you!" the leader shouted in pain as he stood up while holding his chest. "Guys! Take him! We'll show him what it's like to go against the Qingyun Alliance."

With his order, the Limestone City's warriors took a few steps back. Yet, all seven disciples standing on the stage did not move an inch.

"What are you guys doing?" the leader shouted as he saw none of them were taking any actions. "Get him!"