BOOM!

The sounds of the explosion arrows rang out constantly. Flesh flew through the air, and miserable screams echoed throughout the battlefield. It was like a scene straight from hell.

As for the Xuantian Monastery’s disciples on the outside of the valley, explosions occasionally rang out from within their bodies. Cultivation advancements occurred again and again, their auras soaring.

This was the seventh wave of Corrupt disciples. Even Long Chen was starting to get weary of this kind of battle style. None of them had done anything differently from the first wave.

But the Corrupt disciples were simply like that. When they saw them actually cultivating on the battlefield, they were driven practically insane from rage and just crazily charged forward, easily falling for their bait. Who knew what it was, but young people these days really didn’t know how to keep their tempers in check.

Of everyone present, the most excited person wouldn’t be those disciples who had advanced, nor would it be those core disciples who had awakened their ancestral marks. The most excited person would have to be Guo Ran.

In all his lifetime, Guo Ran had never felt that his life had held as much meaning as now.

It was as if the...