Fortunately, Xing Mu was exceptionally skilled in formations and raised a defensive formation to withstand the pelting rain of swords. The instant Mu Bai stepped inside, he saw clearly that Xing Mu was holding crystals, working with his tribe's Elder to sustain the formation's power. The four men from the White Wolf Tribe and the Eastern Nether Great Tribe sheltered within it, each using his own means to block the swords raining down from the sky.
But Mu Bai could find no clue as to where this endless rain of swords came from.
"Get inside the defensive formation! We're trapped in a Sword Formation!"
Seeing Mu Bai plunge in headfirst, Wu Yuan immediately shouted. Just then, as though possessed of intelligence, a portion of the sword rain broke away and shot toward Mu Bai. He flipped through the air and leaped into the defensive formation Xing Mu and the others had raised together.
"What are you doing here?"
"I saw you seniors in danger from outside the abode, so I came to help!"
"Reckless nonsense! This Sword Formation is so fierce that even we can barely cope. What could you possibly do?"
Wu Yuan scolded Mu Bai, sounding very much like an elder rebuking a junior for his rashness. He really was treating Mu Bai as his son-in-law.
Mu Bai had only been telling a lie. Seeing such concern for him, even someone as thick-skinned as he was could feel embarrassed.
But this was no time for embarrassment. The rain of swords grew ever more powerful, battering the defensive formation relentlessly, as though it would never end. Du Xiang was already seething. Seeing another hotheaded youngster barge in and take up space within the already cramped formation, he grabbed Mu Bai's arm and tried to fling him out.
"Du Xiang,