The three people who dashed out, where was the calmness and caution of Ling Xiao? They were like lechers seeing a sensually dressed beauty, recklessly pouncing without a care for their lives.
Ah—!
No sooner had the three sprung out less than ten meters, two of them suddenly screamed in agony as they were pierced through the heart by grass blades that shot up from the ground, dying on the spot.
"Remaining number of people: twenty!"
It was only when that cold voice sounded that everyone realized.
The so-called trials, though they may hold many benefits, if you want to obtain certain gains, then you must endure the danger.
Out of fifty people, now only twenty remained, which had to be said, was quite tragic.
Luckily it wasn't true death, otherwise the Moon Hua Sect would have suffered greatly this time.
The third person who charged out hurriedly escaped towards us.
Looking closely, the plant that was attacking him turned out to be a blade of grass!
