"Haha! I hope you're all ready brats!"
Ancestor bo La said with a laugh, a heavy pressure suddenly descended on the outer disciple cultivators on the ground.
The elder who is looking couldn't feel anything and Jomel couldn't help but mutters, 'This old man is terrifying, mastering his version of pressure without me noticing. Probably he is practicing while I am having a conversation with anyone.'
The disciples on the ground are struggling to stay standing up, some of them are already lying on the ground writhing in pain, while the others are standing back up after falling to the ground.
Two hours, four, five, six hours had passed and finally only one is standing still. The others are out unconscious.
'Impressive.' Jomel observes the winner. He can see that he's not a system user because the enemy's aura is not concealed. There's one way for Jomel to find out that someone is a system tamer.
