The six-pointed star formation suddenly blazed with brilliant silver light. Six streams of divine power, sharing the same origin but differing in force, flowed and intertwined along the star patterns, crushing the sword light inch by inch. Tremendous force spread along the ground toward Yun Che's feet, locking the entire hundred-yard area around him within the formation in mere moments.
Divine power gathered slightly in Yun Che's palm. Rather than strike immediately, he merely glanced over the six people in the formation, a cold sneer curling his lips.
"I thought you would have lost patience and attacked long ago. To think you waited until now to swoop in and reap the rewards. You give those three old bastards far too much credit when their souls are already on the verge of scattering."
Yun Jin stood at the apex of the star formation, his black divine robe snapping in the wind it generated. His expression was composed, his voice carrying a lofty indifference.
"Yun Che, you rose through slaughter, ruined so many of my plans, and swallowed so many opportunities that rightfully belonged to me. Today, we settle the score. So what if you hold the Heaven and Earth Time-Heart Stele? This Six Extremes Space-Locking Formation specifically confines innate abilities and the Divine Word Art. You couldn't escape today even if you had wings."
"Couldn't escape even if I had wings?" Yun Che laughed, gray-gold divine power surging around him. "You six cowards, hiding in the shadows and playing your little tricks, think you're worthy of making such boasts? You didn't dare face me head-on back then, and now you think some lousy formation puts me at your mercy?"
As he spoke, he looked at Yun Jin. "I thought what happened between us was already in the past. It seems you