A Nascent Soul cultivator who had ambushed others met such a miserable end; the Nascent Soul cultivator who had been ambushed could not have fared much better either.
Relying on his formidable demon body, that demon body dharma body cultivator had just burst out of the magical treasure. Green light flashed wildly around him, as though his magic power was insufficient to sustain his Dharma Body. Just then, the icy river burst forth, and a troop of iron cavalry charged across the ice. In the blink of an eye, they had surrounded him. Although cracking sounds rang out without cease at first, once the weak wind rose and thick fog descended, that Nascent Soul cultivator in demon form never appeared again.
Which of those dozen-odd Nascent Soul cultivators was not arrogant and unruly? Who was willing to bow beneath another? And who would have taken the ice rivers, iron steeds, and other things conjured by this imperial formation seriously? Even if they discovered someone had been injured, even if they discovered someone had been slain, they would only be pleased, thinking that one fewer person was competing with them. Who would spare it further thought? The Golden Core cultivators, on the other hand, saw that things were amiss and began gathering together into formations to resist the imperial formation. Of course, their strength was insignificant in this battle of the Twenty-Eight Star Lords. Before long, more than a dozen cultivators had fallen. Fortunately, they were not Star Lord Palace's primary targets, so no immortal generals appeared around them.
"Hiss..." Since ancient times, onlookers had seen more clearly. Xu Tingzi had not felt much while snatching the exotic treasure earlier, but now that he stood to the side and saw how ferocious the imperial formation was, far beyond what he had