"I'd originally planned to wait for Old Sword God Li to make the first move. After all, he's more familiar with this sort of thing. I didn't expect to be the one opening the show. Since that's how it is, I won't stand on ceremony."
The Peach Blossom Sword God's voice rang out at that moment. He was still riding his little donkey, having appeared at some point not far from the imperial city.
The entire Northern Mang royal court was surrounded by hundreds of thousands of troops. How this man and donkey had appeared was truly bizarre.
The two monks hadn't expected anyone to attack them directly. Alarmed, they shouted, "Insolent! How dare a mere mortal provoke us! Dismiss the sword formation at once!"
No matter how they shouted, the sword formation continued closing in on them. They had no choice but to descend from the sky and try to evade it.
Deng Tai'a seemed intent on driving them down. He waited until they landed before letting the sword formation unleash its power.
Although both monks had cultivated bodies of Great Vajra, they couldn't withstand the attacks of twelve flying swords. Their golden bodies began to crack apart in no time.
Tuoba Pusa hadn't expected the immortals to be so useless. He hurriedly called out, "Everyone, if you're not going to attack, then when will you?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he struck first, heading straight for Deng Tai'a. He was clearly trying to Besiege Wei to Rescue Zhao and save the two immortals.
The other monk beside him lunged at Wang Yue, but his opening move was defensive. Clearly, he meant to stop Wang Yue from coordinating with Deng Tai'a.
As the two moved, more than two hundred first-rank experts, accompanied by several hundred gleaming golden monks,