Maple Valley gave rise to the sword formation; boundless chaos opened.
True Lord Fu Feng raised his eyes and looked out. Wind, thunder, water, and fire lay hidden amid the void all around, while the qi of the Three Calamities stirred above the Ninth Heaven. Calamity qi hung overhead, the fate of doom coiled about his body—it was the final calamity descending upon the world, returning all things to one.
Truly, it was a scene of chaos before the world had been divided.
Standing within this sword formation, even without seeing the slightest movement, True Lord Fu Feng could sense its concealed edge and that chilling sharpness that sent a shiver down one's spine.
What an exceedingly sharp sword formation!
"Heh!"
"I thought I had already regarded you highly enough. Yet it seems I still underestimated the talents of these heavens."
"Xuanyi of Qinghua, Ming Xian of Tianhe, and you—Ling Yuan of Penglai!"
True Lord Fu Feng looked up. Within the vast chaos, three figures had already appeared: Xuanyi in the south, Ming Xian in the west, and Jiang Sheng in the north.
It would have been a lie to say that True Lord Fu Feng had no thoughts as he looked at these three young members of the Shanhe Daoist Sect.
He possessed cultivation at the Integration stage. Facing Ming Xian alone, failing to take him down within three breaths was already astonishing. With Xuanyi and Jiang Sheng arriving one after another, these three Void Refinement cultivators of the Shanhe Daoist Sect had now tied him down for ten breaths!
Ten breaths!
Were these the current chief disciples of the various Shanhe Daoist Sect branches? They truly stood head and shoulders above the rest.
As True Lord Fu Feng considered this, he silently tightened his grip on the cold