"This... this is impossible!"
He cried out involuntarily, his eyes full of disbelief.
"The Seven Absolutes God-Slaying Formation is a wondrous formation left from ancient times! It can trap even someone at the peak of the Emperor Realm!"
"How could you break it so easily?"
"You... what secret treasure did you use?"
The golden light around Jiang Fan withdrew, turning once more into a fine thread coiling around his fingertip.
Then, holding Jiang Ming, he leaped out in a single step.
The next moment, he had already landed outside the altar's area.
"An ancient formation? In the end, it's only a dead thing!"
"This formation can't even trap me, yet it actually hoped to trap my Master?"
"Naive!"
The Yuanchu Holy Master's expression darkened, but he soon let out a cold laugh.
"Good, good, good!"
"It seems I did underestimate you a little!"
His voice paused, and the aura around him suddenly surged.
"However..."
"Do you think you'll be fine just because you relied on a secret treasure to break the formation?"
"I am at the peak of the Emperor Realm. Destroying you takes only a thought!"
As he spoke, the pressure of the peak Emperor Realm erupted like mountains and seas, enveloping the entire cavern.
Jiang Fan gently set Jiang Ming down behind him beside a relatively intact rock, then rubbed her head.
"Wait here for a while!"
"Brother has something to take care of!"
"It'll be over soon!"
Jiang Ming nodded hard.
Jiang Fan turned and faced the Yuanchu Holy Master.
"Peak Emperor Realm—is that supposed to be impressive?"
Hearing this, the Yuanchu Holy Master flew into a rage.
"Arrogant!"
He wasted no more words and struck out fiercely.
He made a grasping motion with his right hand, and a pitch-black long spear appeared out of thin air.