Chapter 872: Breaking The Formation (II)

Yu Jiang nodded, outwardly displaying a look of praise, though he thought,

If I truly needed his appearance, I wouldn’t need to rely on anything. It’s just to dispel suspicion...

He coldly glanced at all three of them. When they couldn’t help but avert their gazes, he finally picked up the jade talisman, rose on the wind, and said softly, "I will enter the formation. I will open the formation gate before Chi Zhiyan can react. All of you, stay sharp! Do not miss this opportunity!"

His transformed face gave his words an added air of authority. The others felt uneasy in their hearts but nodded in response.

Yu Jiang entered the formation. After just three breaths, the green-lotus-like formation began to flash, its light flickering on and off, revealing several openings.

A roar rang out from within, "Who?!"

"Kill!" The voices of demon cultivators instantly shook the heavens, and countless black clouds poured through the portals. Xuwang laughed heartily, shouting, "My opportunity to attain the Dao has come!"

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The green lotus in Jiangbei gradually dimmed, while the radiant light in Jiangnan grew ever more brilliant. The sky was already shrouded in all sorts of Buddhist light, and the sharp energies of spears, staffs, knives, and swords interwove. Lake water poured from a bottle, surging and roaring in the sky.

All the Master Monks had appeared together, yet Li Xuanfeng remained as cold and hard as iron. He seized the Master Monk’s crescent shovel with one hand. Bright light shone, and wrapped around his body. But his other hand pierced straight through, and exploded the Master Monk’s head with a loud boom.

Splash!

The blood of the burly Master Monk transformed into countless drifting, fragrant lotus flowers. His headless body was now covered in cracks. The Master Monk abandoned even his dharma artifact, hurriedly flying downward, grateful that Li Xuanfeng had used his fist instead of his arrows.

The two small Master Monks used as bait had both lost the bodies they had cultivated for a hundred years and fled in panic. The fourteen Master Monks in the sky, who had specifically targeted him, finally took the opportunity to step forward.

Their faces were filled with rage as they bellowed, "Bold demon, how dare you act so wildly?!"

Boom!

Countless dharma artifacts fell together, producing a deafening roar. Blades, spears, axes, and clubs all struck at once, bursting with a dazzling brilliance that made one’s eyes spin. The sharpness of metal intertwined with the colorful light of the Buddhist cultivators, but everything was blocked by a single golden bow.

"Ha..."

Li Xuanfeng’s figure sank, and his aura finally faltered. Blood appeared faintly at the corner of his mouth. The brilliant light under his feet soared as the Huai River Map’s mysteries operated, allowing him to break free from the encirclement of over a dozen people. He reappeared on another pass, the celestial bow in his hand gleaming sharply.

Clang!

A sword light suddenly leapt upward from below. Si Yuanli lifted his sword essence, but two Master Monks purposely separated from the group, each holding a bottle designed to absorb sharp energy, and tied him down.

These two bottles were unusually shaped; they were not for spraying out but for absorbing. Clearly they were specifically designed to counter sword cultivators like him. It only took them a second to swallow all his sword qi, producing a metallic grinding sound.

Pinewhite Full Essence Sword Art!

Si Yuanli’s azure sword flipped in his hand, weaving bits of ethereal sword brilliance. Although the two before him clearly targeted sword cultivators, he was no ordinary man. He fearlessly conjured countless drifting sword lights.

He encircled the two Golden Body Master Monks before him, his expression steady. His vast and mighty swordsmanship grew ever more fluid as he seized the opportunity to observe the entire riverbank’s situation.

There were many Foundation Establishment Realm cultivators from the north below. Li Qinghong, wielding thunder and lightning, was the most dazzling. Li Ximing held the Radiant Origin Pass, suppressing several opponents on his own. Li Xizhi’s spell arts were nimble, toying with groups of cultivators in the palm of his hand.

All of them displayed remarkable skill, which made Si Yuanli secretly startled,

The Li Family of today already has the strength of the Xiao Family of the olden days. Li Ximing is comparable to Xiao Yuansi, and Li Qinghong is on par with Yuan Chengdun... As for Li Xizhi, he’s also in the sect, and his tactics and scheming surpass even Xiao Yuansi...

Having grown up around the internal struggles of a minor sect, he always viewed things from the perspective of factional disputes. Even now, that was his first reaction. The more he thought, the more astonished he became, and he mused silently,

I don’t know if Buzi has fallen, but now that my family has taken this step, we’re bound to offend the Chi Family in the future. Since we’ve already taken this step, we must draw the Li Family in as an ally...

All the other cultivators had to deal with enemies, but only he had the chance to help Li Xuanfeng, so he observed more closely. Yet most of his attention remained focused on Li Xuanfeng.

"Brother Xuanfeng..."

The man in white-gold armor had rings of light spreading out behind him, pushing back the rushing water from the spirit bottles. The longbow in his hand was drawn to a full moon as it flickered with golden light.

On the other end, the Buddhist light seemed to dye the sky in colors. Twelve Master Monks of the Buddhist cultivation each took their seats, their voices buzzing in the air in unison, "Huixu Demon Subduing Grand Formation!"

A faint and ethereal bell rang out as deep golden patterns mingled with colorful brilliance in the air, forming a massive grand formation. Each Master Monk settled into their assigned positions, their dharma artifacts shining even more brightly as a terrifying amount of power coalesced.