Miao Chuanjiang opened his mouth, but no words came out. He glanced down at Zhao Beichen, then at Li Hua, who was screaming in agony. Finally, he looked up and said, “Since it has come to this, there’s no point in saying anything more. All I can say is that the Purple Sun Pavilion won’t ever let this go.”0

Buzz!0

Without warning, a dozen pitch-black spatial rifts tore open around Miao Chuanjiang.0

Some sects that had participated in the tournament lingered after their defeat. When they witnessed what the Purple Sun Pavilion disciples had done, they all agreed the disciples deserved their fate. But when they saw the dozen spatial tears appearing, they couldn’t help but shudder. 0

“The Purple Sun Pavilion is here!”0

A middle-aged...0