The juniors behind him had been somewhat distracted, but now, as the elder paused mid-step, they instinctively halted and looked up, their expressions suddenly changing.
On the martial arts field, densely packed and sitting in meditation were hundreds of Ninth Grade and higher martial artists, long swords and blades placed across their knees, their eyes slightly closed, the sound of their breathing gradually synchronizing, creating the illusion of an indescribable, invisible behemoth lying atop the field with a Tai Chi Diagram, its breath pulling at the wind.
The immense oppressive force momentarily solidified the young one's breathing, turning his complexion deathly pale as he murmured:
"This... what is this...?!"
"Watch closely... this is the Immortal Pavilion's strongest trump card."
"Evergreen Immortality."
"If Blade Madman dares to come, he will surely be trapped here..."
