Boom!
The Illusion Formation covering the entire mountain path was shattered clean through in an instant. With a single sword strike, it vanished without a trace.
The way everyone looked at Ye Xiwen now held a measure of fear. What kind of formidable figure was this? It was not as though no one had tried to destroy the Illusion Formation before. Although the Illusory Moon Sect prodigy had called it an ordinary formation, it had been impossible to break. It borrowed the surrounding terrain and the laws of heaven and earth; destroying it was tantamount to fighting heaven and earth themselves.
Yet Ye Xiwen had effortlessly destroyed the illusion with just one sword strike, as if it truly were nothing more than an ordinary Illusion Formation.
"You..." The short, stout young man looked at Ye Xiwen in alarm.
"Where is this? Why am I still here? I clearly reached the summit!" The burly man who had been trapped inside finally came to his senses. Somehow, he was still on the mountain path halfway up the mountain. This made no sense.
He shook his enormous head, utterly bewildered. However, the independent cultivators behind him quickly explained the situation to the burly barbarian. They had long found the short, stout young man's group disagreeable, and now they all began speaking up.
"What? You little bastards actually dared to plot against me!" The burly barbarian immediately flew into a rage. The Wolf Tooth Club in his hand moved at once, carrying the force of a mountain as it smashed down with a crash.
Bang!
One of the short, stout young man's companions failed to dodge in time and was smashed on the spot, his brains bursting out. The scene was exceptionally bloody, red and white fluids splattering everywhere.
"Attack! Kill him!" the short,