As the two disciples from the Combat Pavilion interpreted the situation and made the decision to activate their mystic technique to charge toward Wang Baole, the attention from people on the spectator stand in the skies was immediately shifted from the various battle grounds of the five regions, focusing instead on Wang Baole's location, where the fireworks were released.
"What is he trying to do? Releasing fireworks?" On the stairwell where the high officials of Ethereal Dao College were, the elders from each of the pavilions all stared with their eyes wide, incredulous.
Even the Deputy Sect Lord and the red-robed middle-aged men were also taken aback. The elder from the Dharmic Armament Pavilion, who was fond of Wang Baole, also laughed bitterly, as he tried to explain the situation.
"I suppose… it's some trump card of his?"
