"No need for you to remind me."
Yun Biao did not spare Taiyi another glance. His figure shifted slightly, turning into a streak of golden light as he leapt up. The Jinfeng Sword rang from its sheath, its point aimed at the Jie Sect.
"Zhao Gongming! Do you dare leave the formation and fight me?"
On the Jie Sect's side, several hundred disciples in all manner of attire clustered around Zhao Gongming.
Zhao Gongming sat astride the Black Tiger. Hearing Yun Biao call him out, a sharp gleam flashed in his eyes.
Beside him, the Holy Mother of Fire Spirit advised in a low voice, "Senior Uncle Zhao, beware of trickery!
The Chan Sect is cunning, and Yun Biao of the Literary Sect is even less someone easy to deal with."
"No need to worry." Zhao Gongming waved a hand.
"Yun Biao and I have old ties. This battle is inevitable.
You lead the other fellow disciples and hold fast to the formations everywhere.
Once I drive back Yun Biao, I will return and join forces with you all to break the Chan Sect immortals!"
With that, Zhao Gongming patted the Black Tiger beneath him.
The Black Tiger roared, wind rising beneath its four feet.
Zhao Gongming hesitated no further. With a thought, he offered up the Purple Lightning Hammer.
In an instant, high in the sky, golden edge and purple lightning clashed.
The two mighty beings at the peak stage of Daluo Golden Immortal began a fierce battle, moving the battlefield above the ninth heaven.
Seeing Zhao Gongming lured away by Yun Biao, Guang Chengzi swiftly made arrangements.
"Juliusun, Manjushri, Samantabhadra, Cihang, the four of you form one group and attack the Earthly Blazing Formation!
Taiyi, Lingbao, Yuding, follow me to attack the Golden Light Formation!"
"Chijingzi, Huanglong, Daoxing,