"Xia Yitian, as the Buddhist saying goes, 'The sea of suffering has no bounds; turn back, and there is the shore.' Let's end this matter here. Our Jie Sect desperately needs the godhood. You don't have to do anything—just leave obediently, and I'll spare your life." Ren Zhi spoke with feigned sincerity. My face darkened as I attacked again with my sword. "Enough nonsense! If you've got what it takes, kill me!"
Ren Zhi shook his head and retreated to one side. With a point of his long sword, nine more streaks of fire shot out from among the thirty-six cultivators holding the Eight Trigrams Mirrors. I hurriedly dodged, but when the nine streaks reached the nine people opposite them, their Eight Trigrams Mirrors reflected the fire back, forming a net of flames that continued toward me!
I had studied the Four Little Immortals' formation-breaking technique. At a glance, I saw through the formation's mystery. Every time the thirty-six cultivators reflected the fire, the nine positions responsible for launching it were the weakest point. I could break through from there, or even use it to fly out of that side and shatter their formation. The key problem was that Ren Zhi had been added inside the grand formation. That left me in a difficult position. The moment I tried to break through, he would fly over to deal with me. It was truly troublesome.
That was why Ren Zhi believed this grand formation could hold me back, and he repeatedly approached me without restraint for close combat. To be fair, his swordsmanship was exquisite. Even if he fought my master, the Sword Demon, he probably wouldn't show signs of defeat until after a hundred exchanges. Against me, I would need at least several hundred moves to beat him. But in