"Kid, go deal with them. I'll break this formation."
Toutian glanced at the Dao Integration cultivator in the sky, who sat with his eyes closed in quiet repose, his face full of disdain as though he did not regard the great cultivator in the slightest.
Hearing Toutian's voice, Ye Buqu was eager to try. He quietly crept over, and only when he came within ten meters of the Dao Integration True Lord did the cultivator seem to sense something and slowly open his eyes.
Two golden wheels revolved within his eyes, piercing through all delusions.
"How insolent."
A cold snort suddenly rang out. The Dao Integration cultivator's aura burst forth—but in the next instant, a massive fist had arrived before his eyes.
The next moment, he was sent flying by a brutal punch. Having landed a blow, Ye Buqu pressed his advantage without mercy, turning into a black shadow as he threw another punch.
That punch directly tore through the great Dao Integration cultivator's body. The next instant, fists fell like raindrops, until a Dao Integration True Lord was beaten alive into a puddle of flesh.
Ye Buqu moved with incredible speed. Before the other cultivators could react, he sent every one of them to the Western Paradise with a few punches.
The entire process took only a few seconds. A Dao Integration cultivator, along with several Spirit Transformation cultivators, all fell.
"Old man, have you broken it yet?"
Ye Buqu stood in midair, looking at the purple barrier before him as he called back to Toutian.
"It's done. This formation was only a smokescreen."
At that moment, Toutian spoke. It made sense—an enormous behemoth like Ten Thousand Swords Holy Mountain must have been supremely confident. As a force standing at the peak of the continent, they would never have