The Sage Descends: "Sage Zhunti!"
Zhao Gongming raised his eyes to the peerless dharma manifestation in the void and murmured softly, his voice trembling with barely concealed fear.
"Hmph. Since you recognize This Seat, you should decide how you wish to perish here."
Zhunti lowered his gaze. Two icy divine senses fell directly upon Zhao Gongming and the Sanxiao siblings, the killing intent in his eyes churning so violently it nearly became tangible.
"Since a Sage has arrived, our cultivation naturally falls short of even one ten-thousandth of yours. But I ask the Sage to enter the formation and fight!" Zhao Gongming's gaze burned, his tone utterly devoid of retreat.
As soon as those words were spoken, the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect and Yun Zhongzi all turned to look, their faces filled with shock.
"Fellow Daoists, beneath a Sage, all are but ants. Yet even ants possess the will to struggle for survival!"
Zhao Gongming's voice rang through the heavens, every word firm and forceful.
The Twelve Golden Immortals and Yun Zhongzi exchanged glances. A reckless determination to stake everything welled up in their hearts, and they bowed in unison, their voices shaking the surrounding lands:
"Please enter the formation, Sage!"
Hearing that the cultivators below actually dared to invite him into their formation, Zhunti's rage was completely ignited.
"Good! Good! Good! Then This Seat shall let you personally experience the heavenly might of a Sage!"
Before his words had faded, Zhunti's figure flickered. He became a brilliant streak of golden light and charged straight into the Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation.
Seeing the Sage enter the formation, Zhao Gongming and the Sanxiao sisters did not dare slacken in the slightest. They activated all their Dao power at once and formed hand seals, instantly transforming the entire formation.