Before the expert at the ancient city's center had finished speaking, dense curtains of light flickered into being, trying to hold back the force unleashed as the city's formations collapsed.
The Second Ancient City's formations could not be lost. They were among the few means these people had to contend with Jiang Yun, the foundation of their resistance against him.
The mere thought of losing control of the formations sent a chill down their spines.
In the past, Jiang Yun could not have broken a city with formations.
Now, however, his understanding of Source Arts and formations had risen another level. Combining the two, he wielded a power that bordered on the divine and could unravel almost any formation.
Several cultivators responsible for maintaining the formations remained inside the city, but Jiang Yun's surging Source Arts formation tore them all into shreds of flesh.
Jiang Yun advanced, making no attempt to conceal the vigorous blood energy coursing through him.
As he moved, time seemed to stand still. In an instant, he appeared before the imposing Saint King.
Rumble!
His fist descended. Amid the roar, the starry sky split apart, and violent currents in the void swallowed everything.
Even a cultivator who reigned as king among Saints could not withstand the power of Jiang Yun's peerless strike.
The man's right arm burst first. Then his whole body exploded like a firework, and his soul was utterly destroyed.
"Jiang Yun, damn you!"
The old Saint King roared in fury. A great bell descended from the sky. It was a rare Forbidden Weapon, superior to many Saint King Weapons.
Faintly, Jiang Yun sensed that one spot on the Great Bell carried a trace of an aura that brooked no rival, tyrannical beyond compare.
Clang!
A golden bell flew from Jiang Yun's palm and