Contested Formation

Gu Mingyue truly wanted to bring Zhang Chen under his command. To him, having a Bloodline Power Tenth Order expert join his ranks would be like adding wings to a tiger.

The Great God Path ultimately had flaws. Cultivators raised through Incense Faith had unstable foundations and were easily shackled by incense.

Zhang Chen ignored Gu Mingyue's words. He turned his head, his eyes fixed on the twisted space in the distance, where countless Evil Beings about to emerge were battering against space. A thought arose in his heart: If I can suppress them all and seal them inside Ice Hell, then whether I pick up skills from them or refine and devour them, they will be a tremendous tonic for me.

Greed stirred within Zhang Chen, but suppressing those Evil Beings and imprisoning them in Ice Hell one by one would not be easy.

As the saying went, two fists could not beat four hands. He did not have three heads and six arms, so how could he restrain so many monsters?

If I can seize control of the Blood Sea Grand Formation and use it to suppress those strange creatures, then use myself as bait, I can surely imprison them in Ice Hell. Zhang Chen raised his head to look at the sea of blood shrouding the entire Chongzheng Academy, contemplation flickering in his eyes.

With the Blood Sea Grand Formation under his personal control, coupled with the enhancement of Blood Dao Power, its might would not be inferior to the Nine Bends Yellow River Grand Formation.

"Brat, Old Ancestor is speaking to you. Did you hear me clearly?" Gu Mingyue looked at Zhang Chen's vacant eyes and dazed expression, Killing Intent surfacing in his gaze.

"Old bastard, I was clearly first in the Daoist Temple Grand Competition