Morbid silence. The hush of death. As if Third Master seemed to mishear, he looked at Xu Yangyi in shock. After a short moment passed, he suddenly reared his head back and roared in laughter!

“Hahaha… hahahaha!” He appeared to cry tears as he laughed, and he covered his stomach and said, “Branchmaster Xu, I admire you. Someone able to leave Danxia Temple is no ordinary person. But anyways, how much DO you know about a war of cultivators?”

“A single person to destroy a formation? Hahaha! And even my Nalan Clan’s Hundred Gu Grand Formation?” He wiped his eyes exaggeratedly and sneered, “It’s not that I look down on you… but with this formation, ten people can kill half-step Foundation Establishment. And to deal with you, I specifically invited fourteen elites…”

His eight legs scuttled forward a couple steps. “Are you searching for the Nalan Clan’s weakness? At ease… you won’t have the chance to… Don’t tell me that you truly believe that the mysticisms of this formation are only so little?”

“Open wide your dog eyes and take a good look, dead man…” He cackled evilly and held his hands together. “I guarantee you won’t forget this even when you reach hell.”

Both of his hands formed a seal. Following the fall of this seal, the vast sky oddly trembled.

“Observe…” Both his hands intertwined, and at the same time that the second seal also fell, countless motes of qi suddenly appeared everywhere...