"A sword formation? Isn't that a sword formation under Ji Mo Fan's feet?!"
"When did he draw this? Wasn't he just arguing with Meng Xianjiang?"
"I feel like he cast this move instantly, without any casting time at all."
"How can a formation be activated instantly? I've never heard of such a thing!"
"But the facts are right in front of you. Did you see clearly when he drew the formation?"
The discussions in the audience were no longer audible; Ji Mofan was enveloped in a biting cold wind.
The water he had just splashed instantly condensed into ice crystals under the influence of his icy spiritual power. The crystals were then swept up by the strong wind, their sharp edges cutting out scarlet streaks that flew everywhere.
"Has he gone mad? He's unleashing a killing spree on the arena of the Dao Inquiry Tournament!"
"I knew Ji Mofan was abnormal! How could a righteous cultivator cause such a huge incident in the Demon Realm and then return to the cultivation world unscathed?"
"He has absolutely apostasyed!"
The disciples of the Xiaoling Sect, who were responsible for maintaining order around the arena, were also sweating profusely.
Not to mention the audience seats that were so far away, even those standing right next to the arena couldn't see exactly when Ji Mofan drew the formation.
All they saw was the man splash water, and then a quarter of the arena was covered in icy blue light.
At least a dozen cultivators were caught in the blast, and their screams filled the air, inevitably distracting the other contestants who were also engaged in battle nearby.
But no one could do anything about it.
Ji Mofan's formation is indiscriminate; once someone enters its range, no one can escape its clutches except for himself, who is standing on the formation's core.
The best way to stop him now is either to force his way through his killing formation and drive him out of the center of the formation, or to wait for him to stop on his own.
The temperature in the entire stadium seemed to drop several degrees.
It was winter, and whether it was from Ji Mofan's spiritual energy or from being frightened by his aura, the shivers just wouldn't stop.
"Aww—"
A long, drawn-out scream suddenly erupted from the formation, and then a blood-soaked person flew straight off the arena and crashed to the ground with a thud.
It was still writhing and screaming there, covered in blood; it was truly horrifying to look at.
The disciples of Xiaoling Sect were stunned for a moment, then quickly carried the stretcher to rescue the person.
They were all dumbfounded when they got closer.
The athlete who fell to the ground was not seriously injured at all.
Although he was covered in blood, a closer look would reveal that the wounds on his body had only broken the surface of his skin, and after bleeding, they hadn't been cut any deeper.
Although he screamed quite pitifully and seemed to be in a lot of pain, to be honest, he was perfectly fine. If they needed emergency care, they would just apply some pain-relieving powder to him, and once he regained his senses and regulated his breathing a few times, he would be back to his usual energetic self.
It's just a superficial injury; you don't even need medicine. You can use your spiritual power to heal it.
The disciples of the Xiaoling Sect looked at each other, unsure whether they should put down the stretcher.
Finally, based on the principle that since they were already there, they squatted down and carried the person away.
Before this group even got close to the medical area at the edge of the field, several more screams came from there.
The bizarre screams of pain traced parabolas, then slammed into the ground below the ring, leaving a bloody, human-shaped shadow.
"What are you doing? Can't you see there are injured people over there?!" Someone in the audience couldn't stand it anymore, so he stuck his head out from behind the railing, pointed at the ring, and shouted at them.
The Xiaoling Sect disciple in charge of moving things: ......
They carried the stretcher and made another trip without complaint.
How annoying. If the minor wounds on his body weren't so widespread, they could have simply thrown him onto a flying artifact powered by spirit stones and commanded it to fly there on its own.
However, each of the wounded flying out of Ji Mo Fan's sword formation was injured from every angle. The flying magical artifacts driven by spirit stones were not intelligent enough and could easily cause secondary damage.
Although the secondary injuries weren't too severe, since they were already lightly wounded...
They were screaming so pitifully.
They had only made two trips to carry the two wounded away when several more screams came from the other side of the ring.
"Awoo!"
"Aaaaaaaahh ...
"Gulp... Oh my god!"
Xiaoling Sect disciples: ......
Why does Jimo Fan have to use such a troublesome fighting style?
At first, it was just one or two people, but eventually the screams became so continuous they almost sounded like a symphony. Blood was splattered all over the edge of the ring, making it look like a rather gruesome murder scene.
The disciples of the Xiaoling Sect have become numb.
The spectators in the audience gradually realized that something was wrong.
"Hey, look, that seriously injured guy who was just carried over, he seems to be fine now?"
"It's true, he can walk now!"
"Is the Xiaoling Cult's medical resources really that strong? It's a medical miracle!"
"Stop blindly praising him. Look at that guy over there who broke his leg; he's been lying down since the start of the match."
"So it's not a problem with Xiaoling Sect? Then it must be a problem with the wounded?"
"Another one has come up... It doesn't seem like the previous patient had a strong self-healing ability."
"Isn't Ji Mo Fan's killing formation a killing formation?"
"Of course not! What kind of good person would use a killing formation to give someone a gua sha treatment!"
Several groups of Xiaoling Sect disciples carried stretchers back and forth between the arena and the medical area, their faces covered in sweat.
We definitely need to run faster; if we slow down, the injured will heal on their own.
The brilliance on the stage finally faded.
Ji Mofan cleared out a quarter of the arena, leaving him as the only person still standing in the entire area.
However, none of the people he threw down seemed to be at least at the Nascent Soul stage.
Stronger competitors would be attacked separately. For example, Fang Xian was surrounded by another group and pushed to the opposite corner of the arena, making it impossible for Ji Mo Fan to reach him.
The others either jumped out in the instant before the Jimo Fan Sword Formation was completed, or they were already far away from him.
Even so, the number of points he scored was quite considerable. Ji Mofan hadn't counted them carefully, but he knew there were about ten people.
Meanwhile, Fang Xuan kicked many people away one by one. By the time Ji Mo Fan's sword formation dispersed, there were only a handful of contestants left on the opposite stage.
Ji Mo Fan watched as Fang Xian raised his bright green sword toward him.
His eyebrows twitched slightly.
Tsk, there were too many people blocking your way before, so you're ready to fight him now that no one's bothering you?
Before Ji Mofan could raise his foot to rush over, he quickly turned around and hopped off the stage.
The world is vast, running away is the best policy.
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