Breaking the Formation

"Agreed!"

As the Dao Lord's voice fell, a fierce Yin Wind rose in the black-stone courtyard.

"Arrogant!"

Venerable Yun brushed the white hair from her forehead and shouted. A long wooden staff had appeared in her hand.

She slammed the staff heavily into the ground, and countless clouds of white smoke billowed out.

Venerable Yun flashed forward and slipped into the smoke.

Though her shout had come readily, Venerable Yun clearly had no intention of being the first venerable to fight Hongku.

"This is the Five Ghost Yin Wind Sword Formation, a variant of the Five Tigers and Flock of Sheep Formation!"

As waves of Yin Wind swept over him, Venerable Daode pointed a finger, and gusts of black wind wrapped around his body, struggling constantly against the Yin Wind.

He looked in every direction, examining each spot as he described the arrangements in Hongku's courtyard one by one.

"This formation excels at whipping up Yin Wind. It can freeze flesh and blood, throw a person's thoughts and movements into disarray, and greatly weaken them," Venerable Daode said.

"Stop prattling about useless things. How do we break the formation?" a middle-aged man in blue brocade robes beside him said in displeasure. "A man like Hongku slaughtered students at will, cutting off our Sacred Mountain's inheritance for decades. Only by breaking the formation and beating this scourge to death can we vent the hatred in our hearts!"

"Venerable Sanxiao, you're always so impatient," Venerable Daode said. "You only need to find the five ghosts guarding the formation, and it can surely be broken!"

"Where are the five ghosts?"

"East, south, west, north, and center. There's one in each direction!"

"I'll just go and... which way is east?"

Venerable Sanxiao slapped his hand, and three swords rose from behind him.

One sword