"It must be Yan Chen. He's always been number one in the Seven Profound Sect."
"Han Yu isn't bad either..."
While the people outside watched with rapt attention, a sudden change occurred within the Heaven-Filling Array Map.
SWISH!
Just as the elites from the various peaks and families made their presence known to gather their fellow disciples, jet-black shadows suddenly burst from the cracks in the crumbling ruins—and even from the Cultivators' own shadows. They were like phantoms, their sharp claws glinting with a cold, venomous light as they silently lunged at the Cultivators.
SWOOSH!
Many Cultivators hadn't anticipated the sudden attack. As such, they naturally had no defenses up.
As a result, many Cultivators were struck down:
SQUELCH—
CRACK!
