"Hmph, the legacy of the Heavenly Gate is not something that the powerless can covet. You mediocres don't even have a fragment of the formation disk, and yet dare to fish in troubled waters here. Those who are wise should scram immediately!" The man with purple hair coldly shouted when he saw the dense crowd near the stone platform.
His voice was not loud, but whether he had used some kind of secret technique or not, everyone felt his words piercingly sharp and unbearably harsh, causing a throbbing pain in their ears.
Liu Ming and others from the Four Great Sects and the eight great families mostly flashed a trace of surprise on their faces but soon returned to normal. However, the disciples from other sects immediately showed expressions of pain. One or two weaker ones even fell to the ground, rolling around with blood streaming from their ears, in excruciating agony.
