"Did you calculate that from the moment I stepped into the Tribulation Transcendence stage, my strength had been undergoing earth-shattering changes with every breath?"
"The trump cards you speak of are nothing more than trinkets to me, things I can toss aside at will."
Before his words had even faded, alarm bells blared wildly in Feng Tian's heart, and he shouted sharply.
"Form the formation!"
The twelve Heavenly Mystery Pavilion disciples reacted with extraordinary speed. Almost the instant Feng Tian spoke, they each formed hand seals. Rays of light lit beneath their feet, instantly linking into a complex and profound formation that trapped Chen Changqing firmly in its center.
A restraining force as heavy as mountains pressed in from all directions.
Within the formation, space became thick as a swamp, as though even light had been frozen solid.
"Too late!" Seeing that the formation had taken shape, Feng Tian's heart settled. He sneered, "Chen Changqing, you are now fish on the chopping block, at my mercy!"
"Is that so?"
Chen Changqing stood in the center of the formation without moving in the slightest, merely tilting his head.
"Your formation is rather interesting. It can actually twist the laws of space to such an extent."
He commented as though he were inspecting some novel little trinket.
Then, he extended one finger.
"But that's all it is."
"Invincible Avatar Technique."
Buzz—
With his soft murmur, four figures identical to him appeared out of thin air at his side.
Each avatar possessed an aura no different from the original, unfathomably deep.
Five pairs of indifferent eyes looked at Feng Tian and the others beyond the formation at once.
The smug smile on Feng Tian's face instantly froze.
He had anticipated Chen Changqing summoning avatars, but his calculations had clearly indicated a maximum of