A Lowborn Poison Art

"Fine sword!"

Venerable Daode held a Seven-Feather Fan. As he waved it, streams of profound charm drifted out, and a majestic presence filled the air around him, making it difficult for the formation's Yin Qi to invade.

Unlike the other venerables, Venerable Daode had not moved an inch within the formation after protecting himself.

Incantation Techniques were a means, and formations were naturally a means as well.

Since both were means, there was no way to forbid Hongku from using one.

That was why the Dao Lord had allowed Hongku to challenge for a venerable's position after stepping into the formation.

Hongku had the advantage of terrain on his side, while the four venerables had the advantage of numbers. In this contest, the scales of victory did not tip entirely toward either side.

Venerable Daode was also skilled in formations. If Hongku went to his Daode Palace, he could let Hongku experience a formation with even greater killing power.

Precisely because he understood formations, Venerable Daode had not taken a single step.

By staying still, he could accurately orient himself. Once he had the five ghosts' positions as reference points, this formation would no longer be much of an obstacle to him.

He had talked at length with Venerable Sanxiao and knew there was a very good chance Venerable Sanxiao would break through to the five ghosts guarding the formation.

Even if Venerable Sanxiao could eliminate just one of them, Venerable Daode would be able to understand how the formation operated.

Three flashes of sword light appeared, followed by sinister, agonized screams. Venerable Daode could not help but exclaim in admiration.

He swept his gaze around, then began to move.

Of the five directions-east, south, west, north, and center-as long as he understood the pattern by which the five ghosts