Chang Er Ding Guang Xian's eyes were filled with terror. During his backward flight, he had already seen the battlefield high in the sky, shrouded in blood-red light.
"Damn it, even the two Saints have encountered powerful enemies!"
Seeing this, and with Killing Monk showing not the slightest intention of sparing him, he knew that there was probably no way to resolve today's situation peacefully.
Since Killing Monk had not revealed the aura belonging to a Primordial Chaos Golden Immortal, Chang Er Ding Guang Xian still regarded him as nothing more than a powerful Primordial Origin Golden Immortal.
In his view, those Primordial Chaos Golden Immortals were either unique existences born with innate origins who had cultivated for countless eons before attaining the Primordial Chaos Golden Immortal realm,
or they were like those lucky members of the Human Race who had relied on the Human Emperor's Fortune to become Primordial Chaos Golden Immortals.
Even their clansmen were all beings of unparalleled strength. How could they possibly have been so easily slaughtered by him or those useless subordinates of his?
His baffling confidence in Saint-level Powerhouses made Chang Er Ding Guang Xian believe that even if the two Saints had encountered powerful enemies, they could resolve the matter quickly and would absolutely not be in any danger of losing their lives.
As for the powerful enemy before him, a gloomy look flashed through Chang Er Ding Guang Xian's eyes. This was his territory, after all. Did this person really take him for a soft persimmon that could be kneaded at will?
With that thought, he immediately forced himself upright and roared at the surroundings, "Disciples of the Joyful Zen Sect, heed my command. Form the Great Joy Formation!"
The surviving disciples of the Joyful Zen Sect forced themselves to climb to