Within the cave abode, the stench of blood mingled with the smell of scorching, and lingering currents of Spiritual Power still hissed through the air.
Cao Banxian's chest heaved violently, every breath tugging at his internal injuries.
He stared at Xu the Monster, whose aura was just as disordered, his gaze flickering as he said gravely:
"If that vicious battle with that Golden Core True Person all those years ago hadn't caused this [White Bone Demon Mara Banner] to fall from the rank of supreme-grade spirit artifact...
Forget standing here confronting each other today-we might not even have escaped unscathed. Even without anyone wielding it, a mid- or late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator who ventured in would likely face nine chances of death against one of survival, with little hope of leaving intact.
Since we belong to the same sect, why not each take a step back and share the treasures left here? Surely that would be better than fighting until we're both gravely wounded."
Xu the Monster's lips twitched at this, and he gave a low chuckle. "Share? Heh... back then, Senior Sister even gave you a Sub-Flag from Master's [Spider-Mantis Essence-Devouring Grand Formation]!
That was an Earth Rank Mystic Art incorporating the Formation Dao! She even taught you everything about refining it and the trick to transforming a Sub-Flag into a Main Flag.
How I envy you, Junior Brother-winning a beauty's favor and gaining such a legacy. If I hadn't known you possessed this art, why would I have used a Mystic Grade Secret Art to change my appearance and aura and accompany you here?"
Cao Banxian sighed deeply, his fingers imperceptibly closing around a formation flag inside his sleeve:
"Had I known you were here, Senior Brother, I wouldn't have dared activate the grand formation, even at the