The price of getting too carried away was that Yun Qing got pinned down and thrashed with a clattering barrage of blows.
Within the Eternal Immortal Court, the nine weapons rang out together, and the emperor formation sprang into being.
The Heavenly Bow, Dao Sword, Divine Halberd, Mystic Axe, War Tower, Jade Ruler, Golden Wheel, Suppressing Seal, and Burning Furnace—the phantoms of all nine Dao Weapons emerged from the void at once.
Yun Huang sat upon the high dais with a "gentle, dangerous smile."
"I suddenly remembered that it's been quite a while since I sparred with you, Brother."
Yun Qing: "..."
He knew right then that things were looking bad.
Unfortunately, it was too late.
Under the crushingly superior instruction of an Immortal Emperor, Yun Huang made sure Eldest Young Master Yun got a thorough lesson in what the true Nine-Weapon Emperor Formation was.
And why flowers were so red.
Half an hour later.
The formation's light dissipated, and Yun Qing slowly crawled out, sporting a handsome "pig's head" of a face, bruised and swollen.
Excellent. I'm not dead. I even gained a little insight into the variations of the Nine-Weapon Emperor Formation.
While desperately salvaging his dignity and consoling himself, Yun Qing greased his heels and prepared to make a getaway.
One step, two steps—before he could take his third, a hand effortlessly caught Eldest Young Master Yun by the back of his collar.
Yun Qing: "..."
"Where are you going?" Yun Huang dangled him from one hand, swaying him back and forth, while rubbing his chin with the other and asking teasingly.
Yun Qing cleared his throat and covered his handsome face. "I just suddenly remembered there are still some matters in the clan..."
"Is that so? Perfect, then." Yun Huang curled his lips with ill intent.