Before the Beast Tower, as soon as Sikong Zi Ming spoke, Sikong Zi Tian's lips curled slightly. He fixed his gaze on Sikong Zi Ming's eyes, his face full of mockery.
"Is this why Senior Brother brought Junior Brother here?" Sikong Zi Tian pointed at the Beast Tower and slowly retreated.
Yet he discovered that, at some unknown moment, array flags had already fallen all around him in the void, and a formation had taken shape.
Though Sikong Zi Tian's movement technique was exceptionally strange, the formation's spirit phantoms clung to him like a shadow. In the end, they formed an inverted spirit bowl that covered him within.
"Junior Brother, you are far too hasty. That junior brother of mine would not be this hasty." Sikong Zi Ming shook his head, two treasures already appearing in his hands.
One was the spirit treasure Mystic Lotus Spirit Mat, while the other was the Violet Zenith Sword.
There was no need to speak of the former's endless wondrous uses as a spirit treasure.
As for the Violet Zenith Sword, it was a superior treasure even among Fifth Order Middle Grade magic treasures. It was also the sole magic treasure left behind by Purple Zenith True Monarch and had long been renowned far and wide.
"They say there used to be only one clever person in Yan Country's Cultivation World, and after your master left, there were none at all. But now it seems there is still half of one." Within the formation, Sikong Zi Tian remained utterly unafraid, calmly looking at Sikong Zi Ming.
He clearly feared neither the formation nor the spirit treasure and Violet Zenith Sword.
As he spoke, dense blood-red light emerged from his body. The next moment, dozens of figures abruptly burst out from him.
Those figures instantly