"Set up the formation!"
At least several dozen True Martial Realm experts reached the mountaintop, and the middle-aged man in black who had arrived first roared an order.
Immediately, a dozen or so experts at the sixth and seventh layers of the True Martial Realm took positions in different directions. Each held a formation flag, pouring surging true essence into it.
In the next instant, rays of light emerged from the dozen or so formation flags, swiftly connecting to one another.
"An Illusory Binding Formation! This is bad!"
Before, Qin Hao would not have been very confident facing these dozens of True Martial Realm experts alone.
Now, he was confident he could kill them.
His physical body had reached the high-grade glazed body level, and his cultivation had broken through as well...
Qin Hao's strength had advanced by leaps and bounds.
But things would be different if they set up a formation. Formations could provide defense, launch attacks, and restrain opponents.
If the formation took shape, Qin Hao's strength would inevitably be affected.
Meanwhile, his opponents would grow relatively stronger. With one side waning and the other waxing, the consequences were easy to imagine.
"In that case, don't blame me for unleashing a slaughter!"
"Little One, attack!"
Killing intent flashed in Qin Hao's eyes.
He did not want to make enemies of the Soul-Severing Sect, but if these people insisted on killing him, he would show them no mercy.
With a thought, he instantly unleashed the Wind-Rain Sword Domain.
Gales howled, and rain poured down in torrents.
The Wind-Rain Sword Domain completely enveloped the area within several hundred meters of Qin Hao.
At the same time, the Setting Sun Sword appeared in his hand. Qin Hao first slashed toward the middle-aged man in black, then flashed before another Soul-Severing Sect