Chapter 112: Only Seven People Left

"Run for it..."

"Get down there, that woman is trying to wipe us out in one go!"

"Damn it, why do these big shots always have to pick on us grassroots cultivators?"

The cultivators gathered in the corner of the arena hesitated not a moment longer and leaped down from the stage; in an instant, figures flickered everywhere, plummeting down like a hail of dumplings.

Below the arena, the onlooking crowd scattered like the tide, desperate to get out of the way.

Most of them had not reached the Nascent Soul Stage; if they were caught in the hammer's wake, they would likely lose their lives.

In the void, the golden hammer crashed down with a thunderous roar, solidly striking the corner of the stage.