"Fool!" Seeing Li Jijie was about to charge into battle himself, Heng Ming could not help cursing inwardly. He hurriedly flew forward and said, "Fellow Daoist Li! Think of the bigger picture! Do not throw your own formation into disarray! Their cyan and red sword lights number in the tens, even hundreds of thousands. It is a sword array formed by over a hundred thousand sword cultivators. Though you and I are Golden Core cultivators, I fear they will not be easy to deal with!"
Li Jijie gave a cold snort and stopped in midair, but his eyes remained fixed on the fallen corpse of that disciple and the three disciples who had landed beside him with terrified expressions.
"Where did these sword cultivators come from? How dare they launch a sneak attack without even announcing their names?" Heng Ming looked at the old man surrounded by flickering, strange radiance and knew that he was an artifact cultivator.
Sure enough, a trace of pride appeared on the old man's face as he said, "This old man is Meng Changshou of Feiyu Gate!"
"Another nobody," Heng Ming said blandly.
"Though I may be a nobody, this old man can accomplish deeds that shake the world!" Meng Changshou's expression changed slightly as he sneered. "After this battle, this old man's name will surely resound throughout the Three Cultivation Kingdoms!"
"Hahaha, relying on this sword array?" Heng Ming laughed loudly. Then he glanced at the horizon to the east, already whitened beneath the misty rain, and said, "Could the sun be rising in the west today? Formations have always been the supreme art relied upon by us Daoist cultivators. Since when did they become weapons for sword cultivators to attack us Daoist cultivators?"
"Caw—" Another sharp cry rang out. It sounded like a