Illusory Formation

Clearly, Fire Dragon Sage was an exceptionally formidable master of formations, and his cultivation was anything but ordinary. Otherwise, he could never have set up such an array.

Whoosh!

Just then, an azure figure descended—it was Shui Dai.

She was extremely fast and had arrived ahead of the others. At once, she spotted Yang Ming.

"Huh? Aren't you that Feather Clan expert? Where did that beam of light from earlier go? Where is he?"

Shui Dai gave Yang Ming a curious look and asked casually.

Naturally, she would never connect that person to Yang Ming. The Feather Clan were born physically frail; being able to refine chakra was already an enormous stroke of luck, while reaching Yang Ming's level was rarer still.

But compared to the person who had charged straight through the entrance earlier, he was far inferior.

Yet Yang Ming did not respond to her at all. His gaze narrowed as he looked at the illusory formations before him, examining them one by one. At last, he saw through them and glimpsed what lay deepest within.

"Courting death!"

Seeing that Yang Ming was completely ignoring her, Shui Dai shouted angrily and prepared to teach him a lesson.

She was a peerless genius who roamed the entire Northern Profound Region. Her status was noble and her strength formidable; even the Kage of a nation had to treat her politely and entertain her properly.

When had she ever been ignored like this?

She was about to let Yang Ming have a taste of her power!

But at that moment, a streak of silver light descended. It was Feng Zhan.

The instant he appeared, Feng Zhan looked coldly at Shui Dai, icy light flashing in his eyes.

The two bore a centuries-old grudge, so the moment he saw Shui Dai, he