"What? Impossible, impossible!" Pei Xie came to his senses and cried out in even greater horror.
But the Qianyuan War Emperor had already raised his hand. He said softly, "I'm not much of a talker. Let's begin. The so-called greatest battle formation master in the world three thousand years later—let me see what you're capable of."
Boom...
The moment his words fell, streak after streak of golden spear-shaped force appeared, blasting fiercely toward the Dragon Controlling Mountain troops opposite him.
His movements flowed like drifting clouds and running water, seemingly without the slightest effort.
Pei Xie's eyes widened at the sight. Not daring to be careless, he countered with a battle-killing formation.
Then, a terrifying battle-killing confrontation began...
Yet the Qianyuan War Emperor suddenly said, "Little Brother Sikong, this so-called greatest battle formation master in the world doesn't seem too difficult to fight. Next, I'll explain the mysteries of the Qianyuan Battle-Killing Formation to you bit by bit."
As his voice fell, Sikong Jing secretly let out a breath.
He had actually still been worried. After all, he did not know whether the Qianyuan War Emperor in War Puppet mode could fully unleash his strength.
But with those words, he immediately felt at ease.
Still, he shook his head and said to the Qianyuan War Emperor, "Senior War Emperor, I need to go save my wife now. I'm afraid I can't learn it."
At those words, the Qianyuan War Emperor's entire body trembled faintly.
Then, a smile actually appeared on his face as he replied, "It's all right. With my final strength, I'll set up an illusion here. Only you will be able to open it. You can return at any time to watch everything from this battle."
"Go quickly. Saving your wife is more important."
Clearly, the Qianyuan War