Despite the bright sunshine, the laughter sent a chill down one's spine, making one's hair stand on end, as if something terrible was about to happen.

Then a cloud of black mist drifted by, and when it dissipated, a group of figures appeared.

It was the Northern Wilderness Demon Clan, led by Mo Tianyun.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

Mo Tianyun's eyes, no bigger than sesame seeds or mung beans, gleamed with a ghostly green light. He then looked at Wang Tianquan and smiled coldly.

Wang Tianquan's expression suddenly changed, his pupils contracted, and he stared at the group of people, saying in a chilling tone, "Northern Wilderness Demon Clan, you are not welcome here. Get out."

The spiritual energy around him surged out like a storm, and the powerful spiritual energy even caused the world around him to distort violently.

"Those who are not involved should disperse as soon as possible, otherwise I will not be responsible if innocent people are hurt."

Mo Yuntian chuckled, unconcerned, then turned to look at the countless horrified gazes in the audience and said.

These words caused an uproar in the audience; those who had been sighing just moments before suddenly perked up.

When gods fight, innocent bystanders suffer the consequences.

Even if the Wang Family Martial Arts School is weak, it is still something they look up to.

If the Wang Family Martial Arts School were to fight the Northern Wilderness Demon Clan, even the slightest bit of their power that escaped and struck them would be fatal.

Mo Yuntian's words saved their lives.

So, a quarter of an hour later, the packed stands were empty, but quite a few daring people still secretly stayed to watch the spectacle. After all, a bloody battle between two major forces was extremely rare.