Zhun Ti and Master of Heaven were both Primordial Heavenly Venerables, and when the two of them moved forward, they traveled by shattering the void.
One ahead and one behind, in the blink of an eye they had run several hundred thousand li and arrived in the west.
But Master of Heaven kept chasing tightly after Zhun Ti, refusing to let him go.
"Fellow Daoist Master of Heaven!"
Zhun Ti cried out, "You've already chased me all the way to the west. Just where else do you intend to chase this poor Daoist?"
He felt rather wronged. This trip to the east, he had only wanted to subdue Kong Xuan, that was all. He had not provoked their Jie Sect, all right?
So why was Master of Heaven chasing him down for several hundred thousand li like a madman?
Master of Heaven merely gave a cold laugh, formed a hand seal, and pointed, answering Zhun Ti with the peerless Sword Qi of the four Killing Swords.
"Enough!"
Zhun Ti abruptly stopped and turned to look behind him.
Master of Heaven also stopped. Four ancient swords hung suspended around him, giving off rosy light, while the formation map hovered above his head. He sneered, "Zhun Ti, what schemes you have in mind by coming to my east again and again—everyone knows. Do you think This Seat does not?"
"Master of Heaven, your Immortal-Slaughtering Formation is formidable, but don't you think this poor Daoist is afraid of you."
Zhun Ti said in a low voice, "That killing formation of yours can do nothing to this poor Daoist, much less slay this poor Daoist."
What he said was not false. Though this Immortal-Slaughtering Sword Formation was said to be unbreakable without four sages, and capable of dyeing a Daluo Golden Immortal's robes in