Wei Chenyin's group had managed to hold four against eight solely thanks to Cao Yi's formation. Otherwise, they would have long since fallen to the Heavenly Dipper Falun Formation formed by Yunmen Temple's eight disciples.
Zhang Lingrui, his fighting spirit now fully roused, had become the Formation Core. His eyes were dark and profound as he gripped his sword with both hands, channeling the Spiritual Qi the other three fed into him through the formation into the Lifebound Sword in his hands. Sharp golden sword intent swirled around him. His sword gave a ringing cry, and an enormous golden sword phantom formed above Zhang Lingrui's head, pointing straight at Yunmen Temple's Buddhist cultivators.
"Amitabha! Change the formation!"
Sensing the sword intent of his opponents steadily rising, the leading buddhist cultivator's gaze darkened. He immediately proclaimed his Buddhist title and began altering the formation.
The eight Golden Core Buddhist cultivators from Yunmen Temple swiftly shifted positions, pouring the power within their bodies into the leading cultivator. He sat cross-legged in midair as the phantom of a wrathful Vajra gradually formed above his head, confronting Zhang Lingrui's giant sword.
In the distance, the two female cultivators from Huaxian Sect watched the battle before them, both frowning deeply.
After finding nothing in the direction they had chosen, they had planned to check the center of the city. Instead, they had been drawn here by the sounds of battle, though they had no idea why the two sides were fighting.
"Senior Sister, what is going on? Did they discover something, which is why they are fighting so fiercely?"
"I don't know. But why would Yunmen Temple's Buddhist cultivators bully the few with the many? And their killing intent is so heavy. That does not suit the cultivation techniques they practice."
"Could they really have