The Primordial Qi within Meng Qi's Niwan Palace surged forth. From the west came a handsome monk, holding a long, jade-green sword like a bamboo branch. As he drew near, he manifested as a solemn Golden Body Buddha. From the south came a white-robed swordsman, striding to a song, a long sword of water and cloud in his grasp, conjuring a soaring true dragon. From the east descended a tall, imposing man, his sword transformed into a crimson phoenix, wind and fire trailing in its wake.
"Fellow Daoist, we're here to help!" they shouted in unison, already sweeping their swords into motion.
Seeing this, Overlord immediately knew his opponent had brought out his trump card. The sword formation that had once made him wary flashed through his mind: the Immortal Slaying Sword Formation, suspected to be the Primordial First Killing Formation, which his opponent had wielded in concert with another Sword Immortal.
If the four Heavenly Immortals formed a formation now, and he found himself trapped inside, even with confidence bordering on arrogance, he would have to admit his chances of losing were as high as eight or nine in ten. So he absolutely could not let "them" complete the sword formation!
The thought flashed by in an instant. Overlord had immeasurable battle experience and exceptional combat instincts; in a split second, he saw the problem and made his decision.
The terrifying saber strike he unleashed once more abruptly sprang upward, hurtling into the air. Then he gathered all his power and domineering aura into a dim, shadowy point of thunder. It crashed down, striking empty space with the speed of true lightning.
The flash suddenly burst apart, turning the surroundings into an ocean of dim purple-blue thunder. It attacked Meng Qi himself and "Zhending Tathagata," "Heavenly Venerable Su Meng,"