Contradiction

The Spirit Mountain Sect Leader was named Ling Dongxiao. He had naturally had his reasons for agreeing to let bygones be bygones.

For one, he was confident he could severely injure Fan Lang with a single move and teach him a lesson. For another, he needed to give himself a way out and bring today's conflict to an end.

If this continued, things would spiral out of control. Spirit Mountain had already suffered enough losses. If they kept fighting, it would only suffer even more.

Fan Lang had no such concerns. He did not care how badly he destroyed the surroundings, but Spirit Mountain was different. Even losing a single mountain would be painful.

Ling Dongxiao sat cross-legged deep within the main peak, atop a brand-new formation.

He looked aged and gaunt, little more than skin and bones. His thin body was clad in a white robe.

The formation beneath him was intricately structured, built upon a circular stone platform. Complex flat lines had been carved into the three-dimensional platform, and various precious materials had been embedded at key points.

This was the Lingxiao Grand Formation!

Spirit Mountain had intensified its tribute collection recently precisely to set up this formation, only for it to trigger the conflict with Fan Lang.

"This matter began because of this, so it shall end because of this. Fan Lang, let this old man see whether you can withstand this attack!"

Ling Dongxiao raised his withered hand and pressed his palm against the center of the formation. The entire formation was activated, rumbling into operation with thunderous blasts.

The formation was only ninety percent complete, with a little finishing work still remaining. Unless absolutely necessary, Ling Dongxiao had never wanted to use it so lightly, but now he had truly been driven to desperation.

"Lingxiao