Sword Pavilion, Pill Hall, Holy Beast Helm – Vow of the Soul

At this point, none of the elders or disciples of Holy Beast Helm dared to underestimate the disciples of Spacious Spirit Sect, as their innate talent for comprehending sword intent was truly admirable. Wang Zhong was quite satisfied with the results. Using fifty Cave Mansion Realm mythical beasts to win the hearts of the people was a very cost-effective move. However, this was just the first step. Wang Zhong continued, "Keep going."

"Understood," Wu Yifeng responded.

Huh? Was Wang Zhong really about to launch an attack?

Tu Shengrong's face turned pale. The hundred disciples of Holy Beast Helm on the field were equally terrified. After all, they knew that Wang Zhong could be unpredictable.

However, Wu Yifeng and his group didn't make any moves. Instead, they withdrew their sword intent. Then, they took out alchemical furnaces one by one.

What were they up to?