The Nine Rings Zen Staff moved back and forth, its attacks revealing flashes of profound subtlety.
Streams of Buddhist light scattered across the sky like a Heavenly Maiden scattering flowers, and with him at the center, they struck without hesitation at everyone around him.
As scream after scream rang out, the surrounding demons finally began to reveal themselves amid the terrifying, powerful aura of the Half-step Supreme Realm from moments ago.
Clearly.
Every last one of them had been affected through and through, and for a time, they were scared witless on the spot.
"The human race's three great prodigies. How did they sneak in?
Impossible. This is absolutely impossible. We must be dreaming."
"Before the two great lords of our Dragon Clan left, they had truly activated the city-protecting grand formation one by one. Within this formation, never mind the Half-step Supreme Realm—even someone in the Supreme Realm who wanted to break through such a formation would have to tear the formation open first.
But ever since just now, nothing has happened to the formation.
What exactly is going on?"
Everyone kept speaking from where they stood, and their expressions all turned especially ugly because of it.
But Qin Jiuge would not sympathize with them in the slightest.
Some beasts should have died the moment they were born.
Qin Jiuge offered no guidance there. He merely pointed at the crowd before him, utterly ruthless.
In Qin Jiuge's hand, the Lightning Treasure Tree sent arcs of lightning crackling through the air with sharp sizzling sounds, illuminating his face until it shone with scale-like brilliance, the purple glow eerie and demonic.
Qin Jiuge turned, and streak after streak of lightning shot straight out.
At the same moment, Lei Wuming stood at his side, and several of them struck with cruel hands.