When Old Bai saw me battling nine Immortals, snatching away some of their treasures and trapping the rest, his face instantly paled. In his eyes, something a high second-grade expert definitely could not accomplish was now laid out before him, and it was only natural that he found it hard to accept—especially since the people involved were a group of fellow cultivators in whom he had placed great hopes.
Of the nine Immortals, some fled, some made wide detours around my Veined-Pattern Sword, and the rest could only wait for an opportunity to act. That gave me chances to target one or two of them at a time. I controlled my Veined-Pattern Sword with complete ease; Purple Crimson, that little girl, could not compare. Once the Eight Trigrams of the Nine Palaces spread out, it gradually shifted from merely scooping up their treasures to scooping the Immortals themselves into its midst!
It had to be said that every high third-grade expert who could come here was quite talented, not at all inferior to the high second-grade Immortals. The high second-grade Immortals, however, carried heavier burdens of thought, making it easier for me to seize an opening. The female Immortal leading them had been drawn into the sea of swords on the spot while protecting the others. Attributes from every direction rained down upon her, instantly reducing her magical power and defenses to their lowest point. By then, escaping was already difficult!
I was in no hurry to kill that female Immortal, so when the other Immortals rushed their treasures into the grand formation to rescue their leader, the outcome was obvious. The intricacy of my formation was rare even in the Ninth Heaven, let alone against these Immortal Mortal Boundary cultivators—it was a dimensional crushing. They could not dismantle the