The Might of a Heavenly Formation Master

From the moment Xuan Ji was born, he had been favored by fate, destined to become the supreme ruler of the Underworld.

What Peerless Heavenly Talent or extraordinary bloodline? They were nothing more than the threshold for paying respects to him. Being able to attract even a sliver of his attention was already a special honor others could only dream of.

Even an unparalleled Devil Master like the Asura King had to personally visit him to show his sincerity before he could invite him out of the Underworld.

With such dazzling radiance, Xuan Ji was naturally arrogant and proud. Even the Heavenly Prides of the Immortal Realm could not enter his eyes. When had he ever suffered such a grievous loss?

Angry Waves rolled over frosty blades, while chilling light shot toward the Dipper and Ox constellations.

He put away his former carelessness, replacing it with a boundless killing intent. He vowed to use the lives of the three Human Race giants to repay the dignity he had just lost.

Swish—

As that profound gaze swept over them, everyone felt their souls tremble, as though they were being watched by a Primordial Demon God. Even their heartbeats seemed to freeze.

In the next moment, Xuan Ji's figure suddenly vanished. Profound Qi shot out beneath his feet, shaking half the sky with thunderous booms and blasting open spiderweb-like cracks.

Fast—far too fast to be imaginable!

Even a Sky Overlord like the Golden-winged Great Peng was nowhere near one ten-thousandth of his current speed.

Everyone's vision blurred. Before they could react, a fierce gust of wind was already howling toward them, stinging their cheeks.

"Beware! Enemy attack!"

Ao Cang let out a furious roar. His aura erupted like a volcanic eruption, and the Immortal Principles all over his body turned into dozens