"What happened? What is that?!" The servants in the Cheng Residence quickly noticed the commotion and were greatly shocked. They immediately rushed toward the main hall to report it to Cheng Yaojin.
Several guards in the Cheng Residence who possessed cultivation wanted to go over and investigate, but Shen Luo's entire courtyard was shrouded in a storm-like force, making it impossible to approach.
The highest-cultivated middle-aged man among the guards roared and flipped his hand, producing a fiery red saber magical artifact that flew forward in a slash.
This man had already reached the Late Fasting Stage. Flames over three meters high rose from the saber as it cleaved toward the yellow-sand barrier with the force to split mountains and shatter rocks.
With a loud clang, the yellow-sand barrier merely rippled slightly before returning to normal. The flames on the fiery red saber, however, were completely scattered, and the weapon rebounded several times faster than it had come.
The middle-aged man had not expected this. He tried to dodge, but it was too late, and he could only watch as his own magical artifact was about to strike him.
A figure appeared out of thin air and reached out with two fingers, catching the fiery red saber in a single pinch.
The saber stopped at once, as though it had struck a rock.
"Duke Cheng!" The guards hurriedly bowed to the suddenly appearing man. It was Cheng Yaojin.
Cheng Yaojin returned the saber to the man, then looked toward the yellow-sand curtain ahead, surprise appearing on his face.
"Duke Cheng, this..." The middle-aged man's expression was somewhat unsightly as he clasped his hands toward Cheng Yaojin.
"This is a Magic Formation set up by young friend Shen. There is no need for such alarm," Cheng Yaojin said calmly.
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