Xu Yan didn't care in the least about being surrounded in the middle, and he understood the intent of the Thousand Martial Hall. Instead of challenging them one by one, it was better to engage them all at once.
He was determined to thoroughly suppress the talents of the Thousand Martial Hall.
He did not believe that he could not force out the talent of the Thousand Martial Hall this time.
After this fight, he intended to travel throughout the Ling Domain, understanding the world and the universe, and awaiting the final battle of the prodigies.
Even if this time he pressured the strongest in the Thousand Martial Hall to take action personally, he didn't care.
"Take your shot. After all, your lives are worth nothing in the Thousand Martial Hall."
Xu Yan said this with an indifferent smile.
"Xu Yan, your provocation won't work. Today we can fight for the honor of our sect. If we die, it will be glorious."
A sectarian talent said coldly.
"No!"