"Ancestor, Hall Master, everything is ready. Should I make a move now, or wait a little longer?"
Chen Qingfeng spoke, his voice carrying a question.
Chen Wuchen said nothing and merely turned his gaze toward Chen Tianshan.
With Chen Tianshan here, it was not yet his turn to call the shots.
Chen Tianshan said flatly, "Make your move directly."
"Alright."
Chen Qingfeng answered at once, then slammed the fully formed formation downward with one hand.
Yet the wildly surging power did not strike downward for a long while.
What was going on?
Everyone stared at the scene, completely dumbfounded.
That was right.
They had never imagined such a situation would arise.
In their eyes, this should not have happened.
Could there be something wrong with the formation?
Everyone frowned slightly, and one speculation after another rose in their hearts.
Seeing this, Chen Qingfeng's expression changed involuntarily, and his hands began forming seals without pause.
But what terrified him was that no matter what he did, he could not activate the formation.
Before he knew it, fine beads of sweat had covered his forehead.
In his view, this should not have happened.
Yet the facts lay before them. No matter what they did, they could not activate it.
Chen Wuchen's brows furrowed tightly, and his expression gradually darkened.
He had originally wanted to use this chance to show off before Chen Tianshan, but what was this situation now?
How was this any different from being slapped across the face in public?
Especially Chen Tianshan's increasingly ugly expression, which made his dissatisfaction plain.
"What's going on?"
In the end, Chen Tianshan could no longer hold back and spoke directly.
A trace of chill had already entered his voice, making people shudder without the cold.
"I-I-I..."
Chen Qingfeng's hands instantly froze, and then