Before the beast tower, the moment Sikong Ziming spoke, the corners of Sima Zitian's lips lifted slightly. His gaze stayed fixed on Sikong Ziming's eyes, his face full of mockery.
"Is this why Senior Brother brought Junior Brother here?" Sima Zitian pointed at the beast tower and edged backward.
Yet he discovered that, at some unknown moment, formation flags had been planted all around him in the void, and a formation had already taken shape.
Though Sima Zitian's movement technique was exceptionally strange, the formation's spirit phantoms followed him like shadows. In the end, they formed an inverted spirit bowl that covered him within.
"Junior Brother, you are too eager. That junior brother of mine would not be so eager." Sikong Ziming shook his head, two treasures already appearing in his hands.
One was the spirit treasure Mystic Lotus Spirit Mat, while the other was the Purple Extreme Sword.
There was no need to say more about the former, a spirit treasure with boundless wondrous uses.
As for the Purple Extreme Sword, it was a premium artifact among mid-grade fifth-rank treasures, and the sole artifact left behind by Purple Extremity True Lord. Its reputation had long resounded far and wide.
"They say there was once only one clever man in Yan Kingdom's cultivation world, and after your master departed, there were none left. Yet now, it seems there is still half of one." Within the formation, Sima Zitian remained utterly unafraid, calmly regarding Sikong Ziming.
Clearly, he feared neither the formation nor the spirit treasure and Purple Extreme Sword.
As he spoke, dense blood-red light surged from his body. The next moment, dozens of figures suddenly burst forth from him.
Those figures all flashed away in an instant, and as though they were intangible, they ignored the formation's barrier and