"Impossible!"
On the altar at the center of the great formation behind the Yan Army, an old cultivator wearing a tall crown, his beard and hair both white, cried out in shock.
He was Zhang Jiushan, the current Dao Master of Kunlun Dao Palace. He had advanced to Grand Celestial Master thirty years ago, and the depth of his Dao arts was unfathomable.
This time, Zhang Jiushan had broken with convention and personally led over a thousand Dao Palace cultivators to serve the Yan Army, chiefly because the Son of Heaven of Great Yan had offered terms he could not refuse.
To counter the muskets and cannons of the West Liang Army, this Dao Master had spared no expense in setting up a great formation, hoping to use the wind and rain of the heavens to weaken the enemy's strength.
Yet he had never imagined that the spell jointly cast by himself, a current Grand Celestial Master, and more than a thousand Kunlun cultivators, combining their Mana, would be so easily dispelled without achieving any effect at all.
Though this dispelling had not been a head-on clash of needle against needle, but rather a clever use of four ounces to deflect a thousand pounds, Zhang Jiushan knew very well that he could never have accomplished it himself.
In truth, he could not imagine what kind of figure possessed such ability!
"Wang Chen, Imperial Preceptor of West Liang!"
Through the formation's sense of spiritual currents, Zhang Jiushan's instincts told him that he had only one opponent.
"How could this be possible?"
The Grand Celestial Master muttered to himself, his face turning several shades more ashen.
Though no one had been lost and the formation remained intact, the current Dao Master of Kunlun Dao Palace no longer possessed the slightest confidence.
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