As the Ghost King braved the lightning Jin Xuan unleashed and charged toward him, Xiao Yu changed his incantation. After he sent out streaks of spiritual light, the Golden Bamboo Divine Thunder Swords roaming through the air abruptly stopped, then flashed with golden light and appeared at the nine palace positions.
At the same time, Xiao Yu opened his mouth and spat out another nine Golden Bamboo Divine Thunder Swords. The newly emerged flying swords swiftly flew toward those deploying the formation in the air, each merging with one of them in the blink of an eye.
The instant the Ghost King killed Jin Xuan, the Nine Palaces Primordial Sword Formation was completed.
Having killed a cultivator, the Ghost King had yet to savor his triumph when he looked up and cried out through his enormous mouth, which was dripping thick blood, "A sword formation!"
With a hum, Xiao Yu activated the sword formation's power. Just as the Ghost King was about to dart away, it enveloped him.
With a swish, the Ghost King appeared in a space filled with lush green bamboo. He cautiously surveyed his surroundings, then snorted after a few glances.
"Hmph, what can a mere illusion do to me?" Then he aimed all three fists at a particular spot and smashed down.
His three bony fists fell so swiftly that only afterimages were visible, accompanied by streaks of black fist shadows.
Their tremendous power made the surrounding scenery ripple and sway, nearly shattering it. Xiao Yu hurriedly formed an incantation to shift the flying swords' positions, setting the sword formation spinning at tremendous speed.
"This Ghost King understands formations too?" The spot the Ghost King had struck was precisely where the flying sword whose spirituality had suffered the worst damage earlier was located.
Xiao Yu dared