Those opponents, who were already quite frightened, were now filled with rage instead of fear. Their bodies trembled slightly, and their faces were twisted and ferocious, clearly provoked by Guo Lintian's humiliation.
However, reason quickly prevailed. They knew that the gap between their strength and Guo Lintian's was like an insurmountable chasm, and even if they attacked together, they would have little chance of winning.
Unexpectedly, at this moment, Guo Lintian's arrogance grew even stronger. He curled his lip disdainfully and said loudly, "I'm not going to fight you one by one. It's a waste of my time. Come at me all at once! This is enough to deal with you bunch of trash!"
These words were like a bombshell, sending shockwaves through the crowd. The crowd's anger reached its peak.
The opponents exchanged glances, their eyes filled with determination, and nodded in unison as if they understood each other perfectly.
One of them gritted his teeth and said viciously, "Fine! You'll regret this!"
Guo Lintian merely raised the corners of his mouth slightly, a contemptuous smile playing on his lips, his tone full of sarcasm, "Come on!" His demeanor was as if his opponents were nothing more than a bunch of ants, not worth mentioning.
As soon as the words were spoken, several cultivators leaped onto the arena. The leader shouted in a low voice, "The highest cultivation level among us is already at the late Nascent Soul stage. The gap between us and Guo Lintian is not insurmountable. With so many of us, we might not be inferior to him. Let's all attack together!"
In an instant, everyone unleashed their magical artifacts. In a flash, light flashed, and the artifacts, accompanied by whistling winds, carried all their power as they fiercely attacked Guo Lintian.
The audience held their breath, their eyes wide open, staring intently at Guo Lintian.
At this moment, they were all hoping that Guo Lintian would be thoroughly defeated by these cultivators, so that they could vent their anger at the humiliation they had just suffered.
However, to everyone's surprise, at this critical moment, Guo Lintian calmly and leisurely took out a flute from his pocket. He placed the flute to his lips and began to play softly.
The flute music was melodious, as pleasant as flowing water, but in the next instant it suddenly turned sharp and piercing, like countless steel needles stabbing straight into the eardrums of the audience. The audience members below the stage turned pale instantly, covering their ears with their hands, but the sound seemed to have penetrating power, still drilling into their ears, causing them splitting headaches.
"Ah!" Painful screams rose and fell, piercing the sky.
The cultivators on the arena fared even worse. They collapsed to the ground instantly, clutching their heads tightly, their bodies convulsing uncontrollably, utterly devoid of any strength to attack. Their eyes were filled with fear and despair, clearly tormented to the point of wishing for death by the eerie flute music.
An atmosphere of despair and fear permeated the entire arena. Everyone was completely stunned by Guo Lintian's sudden move, and they felt a deep awe for his powerful strength.
Guo Lintian stood high on the ring, looking down at his opponents who were slumped on the ground with a cold expression.
They were like dying fish, struggling painfully on the ground, utterly powerless to fight back. Guo Lintian wore a mocking sneer, and without hesitation, he bent down, waved his hand, and a powerful spiritual force, like an invisible rope, lifted the scattered magical artifacts one by one, placing them steadily into his palm.
He tightened his grip, veins bulging, his expression growing increasingly cold. With a few crisp cracking sounds, the precious magical artifacts in his hands crumbled into dust like fragile glass, shards scattering across the ground. His voice was deep and icy, as if emanating from the deepest hell:
"Want to continue? If not, get out! If you're too slow, I won't hesitate to take your lives!"
Upon hearing this, the cultivators' faces turned pale and then flushed, their expressions extremely unpleasant. Their eyes were filled with humiliation and resentment, yet they dared not utter a single act of resistance.
They scrambled and stumbled toward the edge of the ring. Their steps were unsteady, their bodies disheveled, their hair in disarray. Gone was their former high spirits; only fear and despair remained.
The audience watched this scene in silence, no one uttered a sound, and an extremely oppressive atmosphere filled the air.
With that, the competition for Guo Lintian's group came to an end, leaving him alone on the entire stage.
The other group was Bai Ying's group, and when those contestants saw what was happening here, they all started to forfeit.
"I'm not competing anymore. I could never beat an opponent like that! It's too terrifying."
"I'm not competing anymore, I don't want to die!"
"Withdraw!" "I withdraw too!" The shouts of withdrawal echoed one after another like a surging tide, reverberating throughout the empty stadium.
The audience members listened to the continuous sounds of withdrawal, their eyes filled with despair. Each withdrawal was like a resounding slap in the face, mercilessly proclaiming that Qingyang Town was full of cowardly good-for-nothings. Yet, they also knew in their hearts that they were even worse than those who withdrew.
Standing on the arena, Guo Lintian looked at the chaotic and disorganized scene below, his smugness practically overflowing. He threw his head back and laughed loudly, his arrogant demeanor a mockery of the cowardice and incompetence of the entire Qingyang Town.
As the crowd listened to his laughter, their faces grew increasingly unpleasant. Some turned bright red, as if enraged by humiliation; others turned deathly pale, all filled with deep helplessness and despair.
At this moment, Bai Di saw that everyone was abstaining and was afraid that Bai Ying would also abstain.
How could Bai Ying let such a formidable opponent slip by?
Before Bai Ying could even open her mouth, Bai Di shouted loudly at her.
"Sister, didn't you boast that you were determined to win the first place prize? You don't care about anyone here? You should be able to beat him, right?"
With just one sentence, Bai Ying found herself in an awkward situation where she had no choice but to accept the situation.
If Bai Ying were to actually go to the competition now, facing Guo Lintian, whose strength is so terrifying, she would undoubtedly be like a lamb entering a tiger's den, and would surely die.
However, if she chooses to abstain like everyone else, her previous grand ambitions will become a joke in everyone's eyes, which will definitely leave a very bad impression and make her a laughing stock.
White Flute's eyes were filled with malice.
How will you choose, my dear sister!
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