"Xiao Hua indeed had some skill!" Jiang Yuming's expression remained indifferent as he said, "However, he could erect a blood stele at Qiyang Temple and carry the old Daoist's corpse alone into the academy. He is precisely a man of hot blood; it is only natural that he could evade the wind formation! Let us activate the forest formation and let him witness our power..."
As Jiang Yuming spoke, the enormous "Zi" in the high sky stretched out its hand again and opened the second scroll. "Swish, swish, swish..." Specks of emerald green flew out from the scroll like raindrops, instantly filling the entire sky. Within every green speck was a slowly revolving inscription...
"Hmph..." Xiao Hua sneered. "What filthy trick is this now?"
Apparently, since Confucian cultivators could even make use of gossip and slander, there was no method in Xiao Hua's eyes that they would not employ.
No sooner had Xiao Hua snorted than the gale swept the green specks toward his golden body. How could Xiao Hua allow those green specks to draw close? He rubbed his hands together, and golden light emerged throughout the space several zhang around him, like a golden glazed barrier protecting Xiao Hua.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..." Amid the sound of the wind, Xiao Hua's golden light was soon covered with those green specks. Then, the green specks began to expand. Countless minuscule inscriptions surged out from each one, while Vast Righteous Qi descended from the azure clouds. The inscriptions visibly swelled, and with a series of cracking sounds, the green specks that had fallen into the gaps in Xiao Hua's golden light transformed into inscriptions and instantly destroyed the restriction!
"Damn it, that works too?" Xiao Hua cursed inwardly. Just as he was about to activate his magic power again, strings of