"Someone as distinguished as Saint of the Eastern Elixir will surely trace the Dao back to the Golden Palace and become a major power in one corner of the Immortal Realm. Though this demonic formation is formidable, it's no more than an insignificant corner of the Xuanyong Battlefield. To Saint of the Eastern Elixir, it's nothing. Why confine yourself here?" Xun Zhong urged him earnestly.
"I have my reasons. My true body won't remain inside the formation for long. Hand me the formation token, and you can manage the formation for me from now on. This isn't up for discussion." Lu Xiaotian smiled at his words. His killing of Wang Tianzhong and Hu Qingping wasn't exactly a secret; Snowfield Demon Deer and Dragon Lion knew what had happened.
Besides, Lu Xiaotian had his doubts about how Wang Tianzhong and Hu Qingping had repeatedly managed to pick up his trail after losing it. This formation was immensely powerful, and he wasn't sure what his situation would be like at Yu Xuan Heavenly Court. He planned to leave himself a spare piece here. If it proved useful, that would be best; if not, he wouldn't lose much.
The demonic formation here was tremendously powerful. Without a formation token, even with his current cultivation, he would still be trapped inside until he died. Snowfield Demon Deer had indeed had some grounds for daring to scheme against him.
"This... all right, fine." Xun Zhong wrestled with himself for a while. The situation was stacked against him, so in the end he obediently handed the other formation token to Lu Xiaotian.
After receiving the token, Lu Xiaotian left an avatar projection inside the formation. On its own, the projection might not have been a match for Xun Zhong, but with both formation tokens in hand,