"Quick! Attack that woman!" a voice suddenly shouted. Sun Xing had somehow climbed back to his feet and was issuing orders to the Fire Dragon Palace cultivators.
"The Young Palace Lord is all right! Attack that woman!" the leading cultivator cried joyfully. With that, he turned toward Zhang Hong, dazzling red light blazing from his body. He drew back his sword fingers, ready to jab them fiercely in her direction.
Boom!!!
"Aaagh!!!!" A tremendous explosion suddenly erupted in the middle of the Fire Dragon Palace formation, accompanied by a cultivator's scream. The flames surrounding the leading cultivator abruptly dwindled and vanished.
"What happened?!" His expression changed drastically. He hurriedly looked back, and what he saw gave him a terrible shock.
An enormous pair of Bronze Cymbals shot out of the ground and slammed into a Fire Dragon Palace cultivator in the middle of the formation, nearly snapping him in two and sending him flying.
"Go!" Naturally, it was Dong Gu Nü who had sent the Bronze Cymbals burrowing through the earth to break their formation. After killing that cultivator, she did not pause. The Bronze Cymbals swung viciously toward the nearest cultivator.
Bang! Although the cultivator reacted in time and covered himself with a Protective Barrier, the blow shattered it instantly and sent him flying. He survived, but his injuries were far from light.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh! Li Xiangxiang and Huang Hua hurriedly attacked as well. With their formation broken, the Fire Dragon Palace cultivators were soon locked in a chaotic battle with Dong Gu Nü and the other two.
The Fire Dragon Formation these Fire Dragon Palace cultivators had formed was something of a chicken rib: too meager to savor, yet too good to discard. Its requirements were stringent. First, every cultivator had to practice a single-attribute cultivation