A torrent of spiritual light burst forth, gradually coming into Xu Yang's view.
He saw that the glow shimmering on the surface of the stone spirit concealed, within, pods resembling spiritual cocoons.
Inside each cocoon, a figure sat cross-legged.
Bang bang bang!!
The endless shattering sound echoed throughout heaven and earth.
The seated figures trembled ever so slightly, then, one after another, their eyes opened.
Buzz!
Waves of terrifying aura spread and overflowed.
Their force converged, ancient and vast.
Gulp!
Xu Yang struggled to swallow his saliva, his mind utterly blank.
"Is this the heritage of the Battle King Family?"
Most of these martial artists were unmistakably aged, though some appeared as middle-aged and even youthful figures.
Ninety percent were Shenxiao Realm experts!
With a single sweeping glance, there were at least several hundred.
"The current patriarch, Shi Feng?"
"You call us forth—has some major incident occurred?"
