Rumble, rumble, rumble!!
As Song Chi's rather perfunctory "Rise" fell, the four poles of the sword pillars spanning heaven and earth finally united, forming a complete Sword Formation.
Within the formation, immortal qi drifted ethereally, while demonic flames surged to the heavens.
One immortal, one demon; one righteous, one evil.
The faint aura of slaughter leaking from the Sword Formation sent a collective shudder through the hundred thousand elites of the Immortal Realm and the native cultivators of the Lingyun Realm outside it.
"What... what kind of formation is this?"
Han Ling's heart was far from calm.
As a mighty Golden Immortal who ruled over an entire region, she believed she had seen countless astonishing prodigies.
And from the very beginning, she had never regarded Song Chi as an ordinary "mid-stage Mystic Immortal."
First, he was an ascender who had fought his way up from the Lower Realm. An ascender's combat strength could never be judged by ordinary standards, and he already bore the name "Bare Sword Immortal." Whatever sort of name it was, anyone who could make a name for himself in the Immortal Realm was no ordinary figure.
Second, he possessed nine Extreme Dao Imperial Weapons, with reserves so deep they inspired envy.
And most importantly... he was a close friend of "that Imperial Lord"!
How could someone who called such an existence his brother and shared tea at the same table possibly be mediocre?
That was why she had shown Song Chi the utmost courtesy and respect.
Yet only now did Han Ling realize that she had still severely underestimated this peculiar sword cultivator.
The aura emanating from that Sword Formation actually made even her scalp prickle.
If she were trapped inside, how long could she hold out?
However.
Under everyone's horrified, worshipful gazes, Song Chi's