"Hahaha! Father! I told you! This fellow can't break the formation!" Ning Fengyuan threw back his head and laughed smugly.
"The ancestor is wise indeed! This formation is truly miraculous!"
"This is the foundation of our Purple Cloud Alliance! A mere Purple Mansion brat wants to overthrow us? What a fool's dream!"
One Purple Mansion cultivator of the Purple Cloud Alliance was particularly bold. Relying on the formation's protection, he jeered wildly at Jiang Tian through the barrier. "Come on! Aren't you supposed to be a great fighter? Come hit me! You won't be hopping around much longer! Once our two ancestors arrive, you'll be a turtle trapped in a jar!"
The taunts pierced the formation and echoed across the sea.
Jiang Tian ignored them.
He turned a deaf ear, not even glancing down.
Gripping the Dao Seeker Sword's hilt with both hands, he poured his magical power into the blade like a river bursting its banks.
Pure white sword light lit up along the blade, growing brighter and more dazzling until even his entire figure vanished within that blazing white radiance.
The blade began to tremble.
Above him, the winds and clouds abruptly changed.
Heavy black clouds formed out of nothing over Purple Cloud Island, churning like ink and completely blotting out the sunlight.
A muffled, thunderous rumble came from deep within the clouds, as though something terrifying was brewing there.
Then.
A pure white sword tip over a hundred zhang long slowly emerged from the black clouds.
The enormous sword tip pointed down at Purple Cloud Island. Even the small section protruding from the clouds cast a shadow that blotted out the sky and sun.
Without a change in expression, Jiang Tian grabbed a handful of pills from his Storage Bag and swallowed them.
His exhausted magical power