"Retreat!" Madam Fayin shouted in a deep voice, her figure rapidly flying backward.
Whoosh!
But almost at the same moment, the sound of something tearing through the air came from before her. Chen Fan's figure, sword in hand, gradually materialized. His fierce Sword Qi was incomparably tricky, directly sealing off every means she had of defending herself. Had she retreated even a step slower, she would likely have been a corpse by now.
"Hmph. Are the people of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect not going to activate the formation?" Madam Fayin snorted coldly. Feeling humiliated, her killing intent toward Chen Fan grew even denser as she urged the Ten Thousand Swords Sect to activate their mountain-protecting grand formation, lest the cooked duck in her eyes fly away.
"Chen Fan, since you have come, then stay behind! For killing our Young Sect Master, you ought to repay the debt with your life!" The six Elders of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect wore grim expressions. As they spoke, they simultaneously formed hand seals and fired out several runes, activating the mountain-protecting formation.
Boom—!
With a thunderous blast, everyone felt the ground beneath their feet tremble slightly. Immediately afterward, the spiritual energy in midair surged sharply, and a curtain of light abruptly appeared, enveloping the entire Ten Thousand Swords Sect. The grand formation was incomparably tight, lightning interweaving within it and flickering with a trace of powerful divine radiance and Dao resonance.
Bald Bird and the Bee King also took the chance to slip out from Chen Fan's robes, returning to their original sizes. They immediately moved away from the battlefield and ran toward Old Yellow Tooth.
"Big Brother, where are you going? Aren't we going to join hands and have a great battle?" The Bee King followed closely behind Bald Bird and