As soon as Betty's words fell, cultivators who hadn't secured a position yet looked at those who had like wolves, exuding terrifying pressure and momentum, with murderous intent shooting out like sharp arrows.
A sudden commotion arose as some cultivators who believed they were unqualified to have a seat jumped up like cats whose tails had been stepped on, fleeing in haste.
And the powerful cultivators arrogantly walked over and sat down.
Some cultivators even fought fiercely to snatch an empty seat.
Clang clang clang...
Magical treasures bombarded each other, fists clashed with one another.
Murderous intent filled the air, bone-chilling coldness.
"Ah..."
One cultivator was blasted apart with a single punch by a black-faced brute.
His body turned into minced meat.
His soul also dissipated into smoke.
"Crack..."
Another expert had his ribcage shattered by a stronger giant and was kicked out of the garden like trash.
"Ahhh..."
Continuous screams of agony filled the air.
