"Aaaah!"
Nine streams of True Dragon Qi roamed through the earth veins, appearing without warning behind a Source Arts grandmaster. The nine dragons coiled around him, their fangs tearing him apart on the spot.
"Third Brother, what happened?" First Brother transmitted furiously. "Isn't this your formation?"
"How did you end up killing Second Brother?!"
Just then, Black Emperor cut into their voice transmission and mocked, "Tsk, tsk. When you're old, stay home instead of coming out and fooling around like the youngsters. Those dim old eyes can't take the strain anymore-you even mistook the target of your attack and killed one of your own for no reason."
"I really feel sorry for your senior brother, killed by the senior brother he so dearly respected."
Third Brother glared fiercely at Black Emperor, then protested, "First Brother, it really wasn't me!"
The man called Third Brother looked terrified. "I couldn't control my formation just now!"
"I know! This little brat must be behind it!" Third Brother said darkly, looking at the smiling Qin Tian.
"Cutting the stones?"
"What are you looking at me for?" With that, Qin Tian whistled as though nothing had happened.
Formations were simply that unreasonable. By borrowing the power of heaven and earth, even a lowly Four Extremes cultivator like Qin Tian could kill these Source Arts Masters.
He had crossed twelve minor cultivation stages.
It was that outrageous!
That was also why Qin Tian liked formations.
Borrowing from heaven and earth and harnessing the power of all phenomena for himself gave his combat strength a tremendous leap. The only drawback was that raising his combat strength too high made it difficult to control, leaving openings that experts could easily seize in a fight.
But Qin Tian considered that no great problem. He could just raise it another