Three Terraces Fish-Dragon Transformation

"What a constable of the Divine Constable Gate—so vicious, treating human lives like grass. You're even more savage than us people of Xiesheng Valley.

Xiang Yang, why not stop being a constable and come be a bandit with us? I guarantee you'll make a roaring success of it."

Bai Ziyang suppressed his surprise, his expression easing as he folded his fan and pointed it at Xiang Yang, laughing heartily. Xiesheng Valley feared nothing less than killing people. He had only killed some lackeys; it was surprising, but nowhere near enough to make Bai Ziyang afraid.

"This is neither viciousness nor treating human lives like grass. It is merely drawing an end to their choices. They chose to work for you, so naturally they are my enemies. Xiang is always ruthless, and my eyes cannot tolerate a grain of sand.

"And there is no need to provoke me with words. Xiang acts as he pleases and bears no shame before his heart. Are you ready to die?"

Xiang Yang remained calm and indifferent as his eyes swept over Bai Ziyang's group. Never mind the three great experts for now—the auras of those twelve men were linked together. They were likely proficient in some formation capable of multiplying their combat strength severalfold, even tenfold. That was probably also the handiwork of Bai Ziyang's Innate Expert father.

"Good. You have guts. My father was once obsessed with formations. After three years of study, he created a living formation called the Three Terraces Fish-Dragon Transformation. Let's see whether you can break it."

A trace of mockery appeared on Bai Ziyang's face. He pointed his folding fan forward, and the twelve men behind him all sprang ahead. Upon landing, they formed a straight line in groups of four. Their aura and inner force, which had