A scarlet saber appeared in Zhao Jing'an's palm. A blood-red saber aura rose from the ground, cleaving the descending long river into thin streams that sprayed in all directions.
"Zhao Jing'an borrowed external power. Doesn't that count as a violation?" Hao Pojun appeared, shouting at Elder Xin.
Elder Xin shook his head slightly and said calmly, "The formation is also part of one's strength. It doesn't count as a violation."
A trace of smugness flashed through Zhao Jing'an's eyes. In truth, he had merely exploited a loophole in the tournament rules, using the formation to graft part of the external power onto himself. This was also one of his trump cards for participating in the martial gathering.
Shi Lan found things somewhat troublesome. Zhao Jing'an's aura now far surpassed that of an ordinary ninth-level Xiantian Realm martial artist, and he was only half a step away from the Earthly Baleful Realm. If she faced him, she had little confidence of victory.
Hao Pojun's expression darkened, anger flashing in his eyes as he looked at Zhao Jing'an, who was wrapped in shadows. Once again, he raised the jade pearl in his hand.
Whoosh... whoosh!
An even more turbulent current surged from the jade pearl. Under Hao Pojun's urging, it transformed into nine layers of overlapping waves. The roar of the waves drowned out even the peals of thunder descending from the sky, and like an enraged flood dragon, they pounced toward Zhao Jing'an.
Zhao Jing'an soared into the air. Blood-colored light flashed repeatedly in his hand, carving out a field of saber shadows that tore through layer after layer of surging water. Saber qi spilled in all directions as he slashed straight toward Hao Pojun's waist, as though he intended to cut him clean in half!
Hao Pojun raised his hand