The Spirit Wounded Turtle.

"Three..." more and more clansmen ran from the direction of the hall toward the square where Suma Fen was. Everyone surrounded two.

"Four!" the strings in his hand began to play a chaotic tone. The approximately 150 practitioners of various cultivation levels surrounding him felt somewhat dizzy. But Suma Fen didn't care, the chaotic rhythm slowly began to press into everyone's spirits.

"Five..." the two Mok clansmen mentioned earlier had not yet appeared. While the 150 practitioners began to get angry, they were annoyed by the chaotic tone.

"Formation...!!!"

"Kill..." The 150 practitioners supported each other in a formation arrangement, then in a loud roar like wild animals, the 150 practitioners jumped up and made a grip technique, oppressing and seeming to tear him apart.

A cold laugh could be heard coming from the young man's mouth. He then plucked the strings of the lute five times.

"Tring-tring-tring-tring-tring"

The 150 experts' attack formation became chaotic again. More than
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