This Flame Drew Nothing but Moths

A Martial Emperor-level elder of a First-rate Sect was truly nothing in Jun Changxiao's eyes. He had beaten him, so he had beaten him. However, the Spirit Stone Mine about to emerge in the valley had to be claimed no matter what, since it concerned the sect's future development.

Now that strange phenomena had spread through the skies above the valley and been discovered by outsiders, there was no longer any possibility of concealing it as they had at Iron Bone Mountain. They could only prepare their battle arrangements in advance.

Just as the Haoguang Sacred Sect elder had said, something did not belong to whoever discovered it first, but to whoever had the ability to obtain it.

Today.

Sect Master Jun would tell the world.

Not only had his sect discovered the Spirit Stone Mine first, they also had the ability to claim it.

Anyone who dared lay a hand on it would pay a painful price.

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

Formation Flags were planted one after another around the valley.

Once layers upon layers of Thunder Arrays had been arranged, Zhen Dejun's smile gradually turned sinister.

His two greatest pleasures were, first, eating the food Liu Wanshi cooked, and second, using formations to perform Explosion Art.

Since comprehending the Thirty-two Formations of the Mystical Gate, Zhen Dejun's understanding of formations had reached another peak, and the Thunder Arrays he created had become even more powerful.

Once these blew up, it would definitely be as satisfying as eating grilled gluten.

"Come, come."

Zhen Dejun covered his face and cackled strangely. "Hurry up and come!"

At the valley's highest point.

Xiao Ziji was wiping the muzzle of a Field Cannon, polishing it until it gleamed brightly in no time.

He cultivated neither Sword Dao nor Blade Dao.

Yet under his sect master's