Though the two were friends, Shen Luo was still an outsider, so Lu Huaming did not go into detail.
Shen Luo did not press him. He glanced around, then his expression changed slightly and he stopped to look up.
A huge circular curtain of light had appeared in the sky at some point. At its center hovered the images of seven enormous swords, colored red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and violet.
Smaller sword images formed a ring around the giant swords. Beyond them lay another ring of even smaller swords.
The sword images overlapped in seven layers across the curtain of light, spinning like a windmill.
"This is the Seven Extremes Sword Formation. When the Great Tang Government Office was founded, the founding emperor paid an enormous price to have a Shangqing master set it up as our protective Magic Formation. It's said to be derived from the legendary Immortal-Slaying Sword Formation. Even a Da Luo Golden Immortal who stepped inside would have his soul destroyed," Lu Huaming explained when he saw Shen Luo staring.
"The Seven Extremes Sword Formation..." Shen Luo murmured.
The formation overhead looked extraordinary, but he had not imagined it could kill even a Da Luo Golden Immortal. The Great Tang Government Office's reserves truly ran deep.
"Let's go." Lu Huaming seemed anxious. He led Shen Luo down a secluded path and soon reached a small two-story residence.
"Is Duke Cheng inside?" Shen Luo asked, studying the building.
"No, this is where I live. I have something urgent to take care of before we pay Duke Cheng a visit." Lu Huaming hurried inside.
Puzzled, Shen Luo followed him.
Before he even entered, a rich aroma of wine drifted out, accompanied by the sound of someone gulping it down.
Shen Luo paused. Lu Huaming was sitting