The Glory of the Tribe

In the depths of the Eastpan Camp, within a training field:

"The usual rule, you ten, go all out! If any of you can make me step outside this white circle, I’ll reward you with a jar of 'Tianlu Baizhu Wine'. If you can force me to use 'Poison Dragon Destruction', each of you will receive a 'Clear Spirit Pill'!’’ A tall, robust elderly man in simple clothing stood holding a blue-gold long spear, his eyes sweeping over the surroundings with authority.

He stood in the center of a five-zhang-diameter white circle, surrounded by ten people, either clad in heavy armor or cloth armor, wielding either blades or long spears.

The group’s ages ranged from thirty to fifty, each one exuding a fierce, intimidating aura.

They were all experts at the peak of the Innate realm, each having comprehended three layers of technique!

The elderly man, though of the same cultivation realm as them, was an Innate Peak expert who had comprehended the Godly Might of Heaven and Earth, yet he was fighting against ten!

"Clear Spirit Pill! Master, don’t go back on your word!" A tall, thin middle-aged man in cloth armor excitedly shouted.@@novelbin@@

"Master! You’ve reduced the size of the circle again! It was originally ten zhang, and now you’ve shrunk it one zhang at a time. We nearly beat you when it was six zhang! Now it’s only five zhang, isn’t this underestimating us too much?" A fifty-year-old man in heavy armor grinned as he swung his long spear.

"Yeah, coach! You’re looking down on us too much!"

"Don’t say we didn’t give you face!"

More people chimed in, their voices carrying a playful taunt. They weren’t ordinary characters within the Eastpan Camp, all being peak Innate experts with high status, yet here, they were merely sparring partners for the elderly man.