With a flying dragon riding right in your face, how could you lose? With a flying dragon riding right in your face, it was hard to lose! Dongyang Zi, Zen Master Dejie, and the others were not green youngsters fresh from the cradle. With such an overwhelming advantage, there was absolutely no chance of capsizing.
The Great Cycle Ten Thousand Swords Formation was Heaven Sword Mountain's mountain-protecting sword formation, and Dongyang Zi was an unparalleled expert no weaker than the Profound Devil Master.
Even if the Profound Devil Master could break free from the restraints of those two, it would hardly be easy.
Not to mention that five others were besieging him.
The Profound Devil Master looked down. Painted Mountain had already become a field of ruins. Of the several dozen disciples who had remained at Jade Truth Temple, seven or eight out of ten were dead. Only nine were still alive, and they were all hanging on by half a breath.
Whoosh!
A streak of Phoenix Divine Fire swept past and took away the remaining nine in one wave.
Profound Devil Master, "..."
"Fire Phoenix!"
The Profound Devil Master looked at Si Lingxi in the sky, then at the people around him.
"Great Vajra Temple! Fahua Temple! Red Cloud Temple! White Cloud Temple! Heaven Sword Mountain!"
The Profound Devil Master nodded. "I will remember you. When I return next time, I will slaughter every last one of your descendants and disciples!"
"Amitabha!"
"Children and grandchildren have their own fortunes. When you descend again, there will naturally be children and grandchildren to greet you!"
"Old Devil, die!"
Zen Master Benhong closed in, and the other five great experts showed no mercy either.
Besieged by six great experts, the Profound Devil Master's fate was actually already clear.
But as a Descended