"Old man, I'm going all out against you..."
The sight of the younger generations being slaughtered made Yun Yao roar in fury. The dignified Order-preserving Elder of the Yun Family, and Master of the First Defensive Formation, unexpectedly abandoned the core operation of the grand formation, suddenly teleporting forward, rushing savagely toward Fang Xing in the distance. In his palm, a chilling Sword Qi cleaved straight at Fang Xing, filled with his wrath, like a white, raging river cascading down from the heavens.
"Zheng, zheng, zheng..."
In Fang Xing's palm, a black glow rose upward, surging against the sword light of Yun Yao.
Boom!
Black and white sword lights interwove and then burst apart with a thunderous sound, reverberating through the surroundings.
"Elder, save us..."
A Sword Cultivator of the Yun Family guarding the formation cried out in desperation, being engulfed by the Sword Qi, revealing their form as they suffered severe injuries.
"Heh heh..."
