Sikong Jing could not figure out what was going on. In the end, he muttered softly, "Forget it. I'll break it first, save her, and talk later."
As he spoke, he closed his eyes and sensed the state of the formation barrier.
Naturally, the old woman hidden in the shadows heard his muttering. She sneered repeatedly. "Still so calm? Do you really think you can break this old lady's barrier? When true despair comes, let's see how calm you can stay..."
This time, she had set up an exceptionally powerful formation barrier. Without reaching the third major realm of the Emperor Martial Stage, it would be absolutely impossible to break.
"Sikong Jing, say something, damn it!"
Seeing Sikong Jing standing motionless and silent, the Dongba man opposite him roared anxiously again and again.
The palm blade formed from true qi kept pressing down toward Tie Ti'er's neck...
Yet Sikong Jing still paid him no heed. After merely three breaths, he slowly opened his eyes and said, "I can't break this barrier with brute force for now, but... it's also quite simple!"
As he spoke, Sikong Jing suddenly reached out and tapped the barrier with a finger. Then, a faint flash of bloodlight flickered at his fingertip.
"Simple?"
"This brat is just as arrogant as that old bastard. If he can break it, then this old lady... That's impossible!"
The old woman sneered in the shadows, but halfway through her words, she nearly screamed.
Streak after streak of blood patterns spread from Sikong Jing's fingertip across the entire barrier. In the blink of an eye, the barrier was densely covered in blood patterns.
The next moment... Bang!
The formation barrier shattered along with the blood patterns, turning into fragments like broken glass that kept falling to the ground before vanishing completely.