Chapter 1615
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In the plaza of the inner city, the crowd surrounded the Blood Martial Platform in the center. Moreover, they were divided into five distinct areas — the Water Spirit Pavilion, Golden Thunder Pavilion, Fire Scale Pavilion, Wind Wood Pavilion, and Earth Bell Pavilion.
These people were all core disciples of the five pavilions.
As more and more people arrived after hearing the news, the attendants, who had originally ignored the disputes between the disciples of the Shrine Pavilion, had no choice but to step out to maintain order.
Following the appearance of the attendants, the clamor finally subsided. Countless gazes gathered on the two young figures on the Blood Martial Platform. Some of them would occasionally glance at the 15 figures on the side of the Blood Martial Platform.
These 15 people were the 15 disciples of the Shrine Pavilion who had accepted the challenge to Long Bufan at the Golden Sea Pavilion four hours ago.
The reason why they were standing closer to the Blood Martial Platform than the other spectators was because they would also be participating in the upcoming battle. They all looked at Long Bufan, who was still hovering in the air above the Blood Martial Platform, with ridicule in their eyes.
Among these 15 people, the weakest was at the peak stage of the Heavenly Body Tier. Among them, there were even some who were half a step into the Deity Transformation Tier. They had absolute confidence in their battle with Long Bufan.
"Long Bufan, you good-for-nothing! Get down here and accept your death!"
Among the 15 people, a young man with short hair raised his head and glowered at Long Bufan. His cold shout reverberated throughout the plaza.
This guy was dressed in fiery-red robes with a badge of a blooming flame embroidered on his chest. It was obvious that he was a disciple of the Fire Scale Pavilion.
As he shouted, the crowd instantly roared with laughter. Their laughter was filled with mockery. It was obvious that they didn't think Long Bufan had a chance of surviving today's battle.
Then, under the gazes of countless people, Long Bufan's expression was still calm as he slowly descended from the sky.
However, just as Long Bufan's feet landed on the Blood Martial Platform, his eyes suddenly became cold. He suddenly stomped his feet on the ground, and his body shot out like a cannonball!
At the same time, he stretched out his right hand and grabbed at the air in the direction of the Fire Scale Pavilion disciple. Suddenly, an extremely vigorous Origin Power erupted from his palm, transforming into countless black threads that shot out. Like a storm of lightning, they instantly bound the Fire Scale Pavilion disciple's body.
As the black threads formed by the Origin Power of Darkness bound the Fire Scale Pavilion disciple, Long Bufan didn't give him any chance to react.........
In an instant, that Fire Scale Pavilion disciple was violently pulled out from the group of fifteen people by Long Bufan's powerful strength.
"Bastard!"
Long Bufan's sudden attack could be said to have exceeded the expectations of everyone present. No one had expected that Long Bufan would not launch an attack against his first opponent, Zhang Huayun, as soon as he entered the arena. Instead, he broke the norm and took the initiative to capture the Fire Scale Pavilion's disciple who was clamoring for him.
"Stop him!"
Seeing this scene, the other 14 Shrine Pavilion disciples below the stage, who were about to fight Long Bufan, finally regained their senses. One by one, they roared furiously as Yuan Power of various attributes surged out from their bodies.
Boom boom boom boom boom!!!
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