They All Belong to the Master (Requesting Monthly Tickets)

High above the oasis, Zhang Taichu watched as the two False Core cultivators still hesitated. Clearly, they had yet to distinguish which of the eight Crimson Flame Fox phantoms was the true body, and in the end, each casually followed one.

This only made him angrier.

These were False Core cultivators the family had poured resources into, counting on them to turn the tide at the very end.

Yet who would have thought that even making a decision would leave them so wishy-washy! Anger and helplessness filled Zhang Taichu's face. The bronze mirror magic treasure in his hand abruptly shone upon Ye Jingcheng, buying him an instant, while spiritual light surged into his eyes once more.

He looked toward the eight fox phantoms as well.

"Not this one!"

"Not this one!"

He said it three times in a row! On the fourth, his eyes lit up! Sure enough, he saw through the deception.

"The true body has gone to the central formation core! Go, quickly!" Zhang Taichu roared.

Yet it was precisely this distraction that delayed him. At that moment, Ye Jingcheng's Golden Glazed Sword slashed over as well. Though the bronze mirror's immobilizing divine light was formidable, even an instant against a cultivator of the same rank was already excellent—let alone when Ye Jingcheng was also a body cultivator.

Zhang Taichu could only hastily command the Yellow Dragon spirit phantom.

But this Yellow Dragon spirit phantom was not the formation's primary spirit phantom after all.

With the Spirit Shield shattered, it had also been affected. With a thunderous boom, beneath the blazing golden radiance of the Golden Glazed Sword, it instantly turned into spiritual light and dispersed.

The Golden Glazed Sword pierced through the air again.

It even came within a hair's breadth of breaking Zhang Taichu's defensive