Seeing that the crowd had vanished, Ancient Sage Yan Qing turned to the master teachers behind him and telepathically ordered, "Prepare for battle!"
"Un."
The master teachers nodded in response to his words. All of them had grim expressions on their faces.
As soon as their descendants left the Prime Hall, the battlefield would be passed on to them.
Seeing that the Ancient Sages of the Hundred Schools of Philosophers were huddled tightly together, seemingly ready to battle at any moment, the Ancient Sages of the other three powers also quickly got into formation, ready to make a move at any moment.
"Yang shi, I'll need you to arrange for those who haven't reached Ancient Sage to leave this area," Zhang Hongtian instructed.
"Yes!" Knowing that any Great Sage cultivators who remained in this area would only become meaningless sacrifices in this battle, he quickly made his way over to Ren Qingyuan's side and issued some instructions.
