Luo Chen entered the array himself. It was both unavoidable and inevitable.
If he wanted to keep Hanging Temple's strong experts from disturbing Xuan Du's breakthrough, he had to hold these people back.
With the strength of one man, he entangled thirty-six eminent monks!
The instant he entered the array, Luo Chen swept his longsword through the air, sending out streams of tricky Sword Light.
The Sword Light was sharp and biting, its angles not only devious but its bearing grand. Yet every strike vanished like a stone sinking into the sea, without so much as a ripple.
Luo Chen was not surprised by this. Instead, he looked as though he had anticipated it long ago.
"Just as expected!"
"Earlier, an ordinary man was able to block my full-force sword strike. It wasn't an illusion."
"Under the guidance of this Arhat Great Array, the thirty-six men appear to be stationed in different directions, but they are actually fused into one body. They prosper together and suffer together. Every move any one of them makes can be regarded as the combined cultivation of all thirty-six."
"If that is the case..."
Luo Chen's eyes widened. His pupils spun at astonishing speed as he frantically searched for hidden flaws.
Suddenly!
The white figure moved abruptly, lunging toward the northeast corner with thunderous force.
He was so fast that he was impossible to follow.
Yet the next moment, an ear-splitting clash of metal rang out.
A heavy Precept Blade blocked the Yuan Tu Sword.
It was the Discipline Institute Head Seat!
Luo Chen smiled faintly, withdrew, and attacked elsewhere.
The Discipline Institute Head Seat glanced at the Precept Blade in his hand. A deep sword mark had been carved into it.
"What a demonic sword!"
Half admiring and half enraged, he nevertheless paid little