Eight Gates Locking Dragon Formation

Seeing this, the people around them couldn't help crying out in surprise. One after another, they stared at Wang Zhendong in amazement.

Although the guests present knew a little about cultivation, and had some dealings with feng shui masters in Gangcheng, most of them had never personally witnessed a clash between two cultivators.

At the sight of Wang Zhendong unleashing a blade aura that ripped apart the floor with nothing but its shockwaves, many were deeply shaken!

However, Ning Wangshu merely smiled and shook his head at the blade aura Wang Zhendong unleashed. As it whistled toward him, he calmly raised two fingers and caught the incredibly sharp blade aura between them.

"Crack!"

Ning Wangshu applied only a little pressure with his fingers, and the blade aura shattered on the spot, breaking into countless streams of force that tore spiderweb-like cracks across the surrounding floor!

"Hm?"

Wang Zhendong's gaze sharpened, and he felt a flicker of alarm.

He hadn't used his full strength on that blade aura just now. In fact, he had unleashed it almost casually. Yet with his cultivation only a step away from the Grandmaster realm, even a casual blade aura from him could easily cut through steel!

And now Ning Wangshu had crushed it so easily between two fingers!

But Wang Zhendong soon took a deep breath and fixed his eyes on Ning Wangshu. "It seems I underestimated you. No wonder you dare to be so arrogant. You really do have some skill."

"But that's nowhere near enough. You ignorant youngster can't possibly stand against my methods!"

As he spoke, Wang Zhendong swept his hand through the air.

A moment later, an antique Bagua Mirror appeared in front of him. He formed hand seals with both hands and shouted, "Formation, rise! Eight gates, appear!"

"Vmm!"

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