Formation flags were ultimately just formation flags; they required cultivators to activate them before they could display their might.
To guard against any contingency, Yuan Sanjiang had tampered with the formation flags. Their original power was not great, as they were mainly intended to prevent the flags from being lost.
But when he activated them now, he caused the two forces within the flags to clash. The Golden Immortal cultivators had lost their ability to resist, resulting in the scene before them.
Great swathes of blood water fell from the sky, dyeing the plaza before the hall crimson. The stench of blood was enough to make one retch.
All seventy-two Golden Immortal cultivators died on the spot without exception. Not even their Nascent Souls escaped!
"Yuan Sanjiang!"
Yu Cangfeng's eyes instantly turned bloodshot at the sight.
Unlike Daoist Fangmian from five hundred years ago, these were all Golden Immortal disciples. The Golden Horse Sect had only several dozen of them in total, yet more than half had perished at once. The loss was simply too great!
"Cut the nonsense. Even more disciples of my Heavenly Water Sect have died. If you want revenge, you should seek out that demoness who cultivates the Blood Path!"
Yuan Sanjiang immediately glared back at Yu Cangfeng. Even with the Heavenly Water Sect's vast foundation, losing so many Golden Immortal disciples at once pained him deeply.
Yu Cangfeng gritted his teeth. Knowing he would gain nothing from Yuan Sanjiang, he could only force himself to redirect his hatred.
He looked toward the hall, then roared like a gambler who had lost everything:
"Demoness, I'll subject your soul to Soul Extraction and Spirit Refining!"
With that, Yu Cangfeng struck in fury. A single blow sheared off the roof of the hall, which had lost the protection