"Let us pour all our strength into operating the grand formation!"
Jin Nanwu said in a deep voice.
Jin Yue and the others answered as one, frantically pouring their mana into the formation disk.
The power of the grand formation rose once more.
"Heh, a mantis trying to stop a chariot—overestimating yourselves." Chen Changming smiled at the sight.
Sword light flickered between his brows.
Three more natal Flying Swords flew out.
The heaven, earth, and man of the Three Talents Sword Formation were strengthened once again.
Sssht! Sssht!
Twelve natal Flying Swords surged forth like a tide, their razor-sharp edges slicing into the grand formation.
"Junior Brother Chen, how do you have twelve natal Flying Swords all by yourself?!"
Yu Hailong could no longer suppress his shock and shouted aloud.
Chen Changming merely smiled without revealing anything.
He had no desire to explain, nor did he wish to reveal the truth. After all, he actually possessed eighty-one Geng-Gold Swords, every one of them a low-grade magic treasure.
If eighty-one natal Flying Swords formed a Three Talents Sword Formation, their attacking power would be even more unimaginable.
Boom!
Amid a thunderous explosion, the Jin Family's grand formation was finally shattered by the Three Talents Sword Formation.
"Not good, run!"
Jin Nanwu's face went pale with terror as he turned and fled.
Of his three sons, Jin Hu reacted half a beat too slowly and was the first to have his heart pierced by a Geng-Gold Sword.
An endless sweep of sword light streaked through the air.
Immediately afterward, Jin Shan and Jin Yue were killed as well.
Jin Nanwu had the highest cultivation, so he escaped somewhat farther, but he still could not outrun the Geng-Gold Swords.
Two Geng-Gold Swords came whistling toward him at once.
One sword pierced through Jin