Zhuang Bufan

Unless an attack struck exactly on a Grand Array node could it achieve such a twice-the-result-with-half-the-effort effect.

But the nodes of any Formation were constantly shifting with the flow of Spiritual Power. Even Formation Cultivators would find it difficult to deduce where the nodes were.

Attacking at the very moment one deduced a node's location was even harder still.

Was this saber-wielding kid really so lucky? Had his strike happened to land right on a node?

Just as the man was thinking this, Lu Ye had already swung his second saber strike.

An even more violent disturbance erupted. The protective light screen around the Spirit Ship rippled more fiercely, and even the Spirit Ship itself rocked violently.

The Heavenly Chasm Sect cultivators who had been standing on the deck had not taken Lu Ye seriously at first. Although there were no truly formidable experts overseeing this trip, they had plenty of people—seven or eight in all.

What they feared was that Tier Nine Cultivator coughing blood. Though he looked as if he might die at any moment, who knew whether it was real? Besides, even if he truly was gravely wounded, a starving camel was still bigger than a horse. Thus, when faced with the coughing cultivator's provocation earlier, they had only hidden aboard the Spirit Ship, not daring to act rashly.

Who could have imagined that a Tier Six Cultivator would cause such upheaval in the Spirit Ship's Protective Spirit Array? The cultivators on the deck were thrown off balance. A vicious-looking male cultivator with a long scar across his face shouted harshly, "Where did this brat come from? You dare meddle in the Heavenly Chasm Sect's affairs in Xue Province? Leave at once, or I'll make sure you die without a burial ground!"

Others joined in the clamor.