Suppressing Thirteen Saints with One Hand, Striking an Ancient Great Saint with the Other!

Heaven, earth, mystery, yellow, space, time, vastness, desolation.

Qian, Kun, Zhen, Xun, Kan, Li, Gen, Dui.

The eight directions world revolved, arranged according to the eight trigrams. It drew upon the power of heaven and earth, seemingly forming a vast formation that trapped all thirteen Saint Kings within it to be refined.

Although his mastery of formations was not strong, that was only relative. In truth, his talent for formations far surpassed that of ordinary cultivators.

Besides, his formation did not need to be particularly powerful. Rather than saying he was using a formation to suppress the thirteen Saint Kings, it would be more accurate to say he was crushing them with supreme power.

Invincible against his peers, slaying enemies above his realm-these were no idle boasts.

The five secret realms had nearly fused into one. Endless chaos essence qi gushed from the chaos life spring, transforming into divine energy to sustain the eight directions world.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

Winds rose and clouds surged. The power of the eight trigrams flowed between heaven and earth, gathering all manner of elemental forces into divine patterns that were engraved upon the void, strengthening the connections within the formation. With just one move, Ji Hao had suppressed these thirteen Saint Kings. Even their lives now hung upon a single thought of his.

This alone showed how formidable Ji Hao had become after stepping onto the Saintly Dao!

"Senior, please spare these Saint Kings. They are the pillars of their respective clans. If they are killed, it may turn the Myriad Clans against the Human Race, and a great war will be unavoidable!" pleaded the few Ancestor Kings who had survived the initial attack.

"Oh? Are you threatening me?" Ji Hao asked, narrowing his eyes.

"We would not dare. We are merely explaining the