"He's clearly just a kid who's barely entered the Vajra Mortal Realm. How can he be so hard to deal with?"
The black-clad men's leader was an older man with one eye. At the sight, that eye burned with unmistakable killing intent. The Solitary Void Formation was Beyond Heavens' most famous killing formation, yet a boy had broken it today.
If word of how to break it spread, Beyond Heavens would suffer an enormous loss.
Sikong Qianluo joined the fight. With one thrust of her spear, the battle was over.
The elder from Beyond Heavens was dead, and the Solitary Void Formation had been broken.
Looking at the black-clad men strewn across the ground, Tang Lian clapped Lei Wujie on the shoulder. "Not bad. I didn't know you had that in you!"
Lei Wujie shuddered. He looked at Tang Lian, confusion still in his eyes.
"Senior Brother."
Those were the only words he managed. His head suddenly felt heavy, his eyes rolled back, and he fainted.
Startled, Tang Lian hurriedly caught him.
"Senior Brother, you're hopeless. In the end, you still had to rely on me!" Sikong Qianluo said.
Tang Lian settled Lei Wujie down, then turned to her. "This isn't over. Don't let your guard down!"
Sikong Qianluo gave a little huff and turned away. She had been hoping he would praise her.
She looked at the remaining black-clad men, flicked her Silver Moon Spear, and narrowed her eyes.
"I've broken your wicked formation. If you have any other tricks, use them."
The black-clad men were at a loss. Their leader was dead, and they had no idea what to do next. But they still knew why they had come: for the Golden Coffin.
Just then, a sultry voice rang out again.
Tang Lian readied the blades on his