Seeing these cultivators not daring to step forward, Zhang Xiaohao's lips curled into a smirk filled with disdain.
"Cultivation itself is a defiance of heaven. Today you block my path, that's the cause; I kill you, that's the effect! And when I offer you a chance for revenge, you don't even dare meet my gaze. This matter will turn into a mental demon, surfacing from the depths of your heart once you try to break through your realm!"
After speaking, Zhang Xiaohao didn't bother to glance at them.
A group without the courage to fight, how can these people be worthy of cultivating immortality? They're nothing but ants!
He glanced at the first golden arena nearby, around which tens of thousands of people gathered, forming a long Water Dragon, with countless cultivators desperately trying to rush onto the arena.
