Not to mention a Nascent Soul Early Stage, even a Nascent Soul Middle Stage cultivator exhausting their financial resources and spending several hundred years might not necessarily forge such a set of sword arrays.
Now, after retracting the sword array, this silver-haired cultivator had unexpectedly taken out another set of magic artifacts that were almost on par with it. The attack might have looked sharp and lacked a certain ethereal grace, but its heavy and solemn might was even greater.
The fellow before his eyes could no longer be judged by conventional reason. Even with sufficient financial backing, just how many people possessed such boldness to simultaneously nurture two sets of magic artifacts of such startling power within their bodies for what was likely at least a century? The bizarre part was that this person had actually managed to cultivate to the Nascent Soul Realm as well. It was truly unfathomable.
The upturned-nose elder and the colorful-skirted female cultivator exchanged glances once more. Following their shock was a look of bitter distress. Inferior in strength and currently trapped within the formation, they had no other options left either.
At this moment, the Blood Cauldron Demon-Refining Formation was not yet exerting much of its power. With the two's astuteness, they could naturally guess Lu Xiaotian's intentions. Previously, after Xiang Yihang had suddenly turned hostile, they had thought Xiang Yihang harbored sinister intentions, but they hadn't expected the silver-haired youth's scheming to be not the least bit inferior to Xiang Yihang's.
While battling Xiang Yihang, the silver-haired youth still had the spare capacity to control this immensely formidable formation. The two of them now had no choice but to follow what Lu Xiaotian said and first engage in a fierce battle with these two remaining mirage beasts.
Otherwise, Xiang Yihang had consumed