Using the Formation

Xuan Ci, drenched in blood, charged at Shi Ao to kill him. The savage, self-destructive way he attacked stunned many onlookers. In most people's minds, the Mysterious Spirit Bee Race never fought their opponents head-on. They always chose those hair-raising assassination techniques. Xuan Ci's style of attack had completely upended their understanding.

In the Cultivation World, it was commonplace to be ruthless and cruel to others. But few people were ruthless enough to disregard their own injuries, and people like that were the most terrifying and the most feared. Outsiders hardly dared provoke them.

Even Shi Ao, with his deep-seated cunning, was startled by Xuan Ci. He couldn't help but admire his opponent's attack, and his movements slowed slightly, allowing Xuan Ci to entangle him once more.

"Hmph. I admire you a little, but I can't afford to humor you right now." Shi Ao snorted, ignoring Xuan Ci's attacks. "The more desperately you try to stop me, the more I'll defy you."

As he spoke, the phantom of the Mysterious Pagoda beside him grew denser, almost tangible, and its terrifying aura intensified. More strangely, the phantom began to rotate. As it spun, an overwhelming force spread outward.

"Hmph. I'll show you just how terrifying an Immortal Artifact can be." Shi Ao snorted again, then charged forward without hesitation.

Faced with Xuan Ci's vicious attack, Shi Ao made no attempt to defend himself. He charged straight at him, a cruel smile curling his lips as he looked at Xuan Ci as though he were an ant that didn't know its place.

Though Xuan Ci was treated with such contempt, he wasn't angered. The Refined Gold Killing Aura around the spike in his hand only grew more intense. His killing intent condensed, his speed increased, and the point locked directly onto Shi