Outside the grand formation.
Li Yingling watched the surging Spiritual Power within the formation and the terrifying pressure that occasionally spilled out, her little face showing considerable shock.
Li Xingtian's eyes were calm as he watched Xu Linglong, who showed not the slightest weakness within the formation, begin trading blows with his Master.
Perhaps... his death back then had not been such a raw deal.
He simply did not understand. With Xu Linglong's cultivation, if she had truly wanted to drain him back then, pinning him down would have taken no more than a turn of her hand. Why had she needed to deceive him?
If she had simply drained him, Li Xingtian would only have felt that the world was bleak.
Deceiving his heart before draining him-that was a hatred he would carry for life.
Chen Baiqing's little face was somewhat grave as she watched her Master fighting Xu Linglong within the formation.
The two figures moved extremely fast, but faster still were their exchanges, one immensely powerful move after another.
Even with the formation and Yuyang Daozi's assistance, her Master could only fight Xu Linglong to a standstill. That in itself was somewhat dangerous.
Li Yingling clicked her tongue softly.
"Are these the sorts of freaks Master usually fights?"
Li Yingling spent most of her time in Dongsheng Shenzhou and only occasionally had any connection to Central Province. Although she had heard of the Eighteen Immortal Sects' mighty reputation in Dongsheng Shenzhou and felt the reverence and wariness that its Rogue Cultivators and sect disciples held toward them,
she herself had never had a concrete sense of it. Her impression was more along the lines of:
The Eighteen Immortal Sects? That greedy, playful Flood Dragon, a Core Disciple of the Eighteen Immortal Sects who did not even talk