Poor Daoist Zhao Gongming

Shen Gongbao was overjoyed and hurried forward to greet them.

"Senior Brother Qingxu! Senior Brother Lingbao! Senior Brother Chijingzi!"

The three landed before the formation, and none of them looked particularly well.

Grand Master Lingbao in particular had entered the formation with such arrogance, only to be rescued by Randeng now. Naturally, he could not save face.

Chijingzi remained composed and bowed to Randeng.

"Thank you for saving me, Senior Brother."

Qingxu also said quietly:

"This time, Poor Daoist underestimated the enemy."

Daoist Randeng merely said:

"We'll discuss it after returning to camp."

Within the formation, the Ten Heavenly Lords had also been shaken by that strike of the ruler, their blood and qi surging chaotically.

Qin Wan's face turned pale as he retreated half a step.

Zhao Jiang's formation banner trembled, and a thread of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.

Three sides of Holy Mother of Golden Light's treasure mirror had cracked, and her eyes were filled with chilling fury.

Dong Quan, Yao Bin, Bai Li, and the others had each suffered minor injuries as well.

Yet although the Ten Absolute Formations had been forcibly shaken open, they had not been completely destroyed.

None of the Ten Heavenly Lords had died either.

Qin Wan pressed a hand to his chest, looked at Daoist Randeng, and said gravely:

"Brother Randeng, you possess remarkable skills."

Daoist Randeng replied blandly:

"The formations are passable. Their refinement is simply lacking."

Though he said it lightly, the faces of the Ten Heavenly Lords darkened.

Wen Zhong watched the scene from behind the formations, his brows slightly furrowed.

He knew Randeng was formidable, but he had not expected him to break the formations so steadily.

If Randeng were allowed to return calmly to camp, Xi Qi's morale would surely soar.

But Wen