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Formation?

The Zhou family almost mobilized the entire clan to come here just to deal with the two people from the Linjiang branch of the Evil Moon Sect.

And they actually needed to form a battle formation!

For many cultivators, this was incredibly embarrassing.

However, those top forces from the Qingzhou region, or even Huangzhou and Cangzhou, who were familiar with Shen Yifeng, didn’t think the Zhou family was overreacting.

Just the name “Bloodhand Asura” alone was enough for them to be intimidated.

So no matter how seriously the Zhou family treated this, it didn’t seem excessive in their eyes.

Under the watchful eyes of all the cultivators in Dan Holy City, the dozens of Golden Core and Nascent Soul stage members of the Zhou family suddenly began to emit a series of purple lights.

Then, each of the forty-plus individuals tossed out a formation disk.

In an instant, these disks assembled into a peculiar pattern in mid-air, resembling the Eight Trigrams, but not quite.

The pattern began to spin.

A more intense burst of purple light poured down from it.

In a moment, it enveloped the area within a three-hundred-zhang radius where the Zhou family and Su Jingzhen stood.

The purple light then condensed into a formidable barrier.

“This barrier is called the ‘Purple Void’!

It was obtained by our former Zhou family patriarch from an ancient ruin.

Once activated, even a Soul Formation stage cultivator cannot forcibly open it from inside or outside.

However, if the victor reaches the formation disks and continues to pour spiritual energy onto them, the barrier will automatically dissipate in half the time it takes to burn a stick of incense.

So from this moment on, only one side, either the Zhou family or the Evil Moon Sect’s Linjiang Branch, will walk out of this barrier alive.”

At this moment, Zhou Tong spoke, a rather eerie smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

Su Jingzhen was once again taken aback.

Zhou Tong, that old fox, had even told them how to break the barrier and escape.

This… he really was being oddly considerate.

Su Jingzhen found himself puzzled once more—where exactly did Zhou Tong get his confidence from?

Was it really just because of his Soul Formation stage cultivation, or was it simply because the Zhou family had the advantage in numbers?

“There’s something off about that old man Zhou Tong. I can’t believe he doesn’t know about Shen Yifeng’s capabilities.

With the kind of skill Shen Yifeng displayed last night where instantly killed two of their mid-Nascent Soul stage cultivators, even Zhou Tong wouldn’t be able to pull that off.

In battles among cultivators, having more people doesn’t always guarantee victory.

There’s something fishy about this old man.

Everyone, don’t be too quick to favor Shen Yifeng. Today’s outcome is still very much uncertain.”

“Interesting, I didn’t expect to witness such a spectacle before entering the Dantai Family’s ruins.

This trip was worth it after all.”

“……”

After Zhou Tong spoke, it unsurprisingly sparked a flurry of discussion among the onlookers outside the barrier.

On the side of the Alchemist Association, Ye Zhiqiu turned to look at her master, Ouyang Mingyue.

“Master, who do you think has the better chance of winning this battle?”

Ye Zhiqiu’s tone was filled with concern.

Ouyang Mingyue, being an experienced and worldly man, naturally had a more accurate perspective.

Upon hearing the question, Ouyang Mingyue sighed slightly. He knew that Ye Zhiqiu was likely worried about Su Jingzhen.

But when it came to the matter at hand, his expression became serious.

“It’s hard to say. Never underestimate any force in the Qingzhou region that can be called top-tier.

The Zhou family has survived in Holy City for thousands of years, and even in this era, they can still produce a Soul Formation stage cultivator. That says something.

As for the Linjiang Branch, although Shen Yifeng is only in the mid-Nascent Soul stage, his name is among the most renowned in Qingzhou.

So his mid-Nascent Soul stage is merely a label—no one has been able to truly gauge the limits of his combat power.”

At this point, a bitter smile appeared on Ouyang Mingyue’s lips. “So, girl, if you really want me to determine who has the better chance of winning between these two sides at this moment, I honestly can’t say.”

Upon hearing Ouyang Mingyue’s words, Ye Zhiqiu nodded and refrained from asking further questions.

Her gaze remained filled with concern as she continued to watch the area enveloped by the purple barrier.

When she saw that Su Jingzhen still appeared calm and collected, the furrow in her brow relaxed slightly.

Seeing this, Ouyang Mingyue sighed inwardly again, thinking to himself, “In the end, a daughter cannot be kept at home forever.”

Next to them, however, Xuening appeared much more composed.

Perhaps since the time they had fled Yunmeng City together, Xuening had developed an almost blind faith in Su Jingzhen’s abilities.

On the other side, the ten disciples from the Dongxuan Academy were the closest to Su Jingzhen’s battlefield.

The two Soul Formation stage cultivators, Han Ning and another elder, looked on with serious expressions.

They offered no opinions on the unfolding situation, but Cang Yun, who stood nearby, had a hint of resentment and anticipation in his eyes.

“Shen Yifeng may have a big name, but he’s still just a mid-Nascent Soul stage cultivator.

As for Su Jingzhen, he’s merely a Body Cultivator. I want to see how they plan to turn the tables in this situation!

Die, and spare me the trouble!”

No one heard Cang Yun’s muttering, but Han Ning, noticing the schadenfreude in Cang Yun’s eyes, silently sighed.

He knew that Su Jingzhen had become an obsession or even a shadow over Cang Yun’s heart.

Unless Su Jingzhen fell, it would indeed be difficult for Cang Yun to advance further.

…

Whatever the people outside thought about the situation, Su Jingzhen and Shen Yifeng were unaware—and didn’t care.

Shen Yifeng glanced over at Su Jingzhen again.

“Kid, if you can’t hold out later, don’t push yourself. Just let me know, and I might be able to wrap this up quickly.”

His tone was still full of teasing as he spoke, carrying a familiar irreverence that Su Jingzhen knew well.

Su Jingzhen nodded, allowing a look of seriousness to appear on his face, even tinged with a bit of fear.

Although Su Jingzhe has only recently risen to prominence, he is already quite familiar with the management of facial expressions and how to play the pig and eat the tiger.

But in fact, Bai Suzhen was wrapped around his waist.

How could a mere group of Nascent Soul and Golden Core stage cultivators pose any real threat to him?

This time, he didn’t even need to exert himself as he had when facing those Golden Core cultivators from the Free and Unfettered Sect.

“This is the perfect opportunity to test out the new abilities and items I’ve recently acquired.”

Although he had already experimented with his combat power and the abilities of the Heavenly Dragon scales against Cang Yun, Cang Yun had been too weak to truly challenge him or reveal his limits.

“Kill them!”

As soon as the Purple Void Barrier was activated, Zhou Tong lost interest in further talking with Shen Yifeng and Su Jingzhen.

After issuing a command to the dozens of Golden Core and Nascent Soul cultivators behind him, he focused entirely on Shen Yifeng, locking his aura onto him.

As for Su Jingzhen, Zhou Tong hadn’t given him a single serious glance from the beginning, completely disregarding him.

“Shen Yifeng, you will pay with your life for the deaths of my Zhou family disciples!”

With these words, Zhou Tong drew a pale purple longsword and slashed toward Shen Yifeng.

The momentum of a mid-stage Soul Formation cultivator was overwhelming and powerful.

“The Purple Void Sword—that must be the Zhou family’s treasured heirloom.

I didn’t expect Zhou Tong to bring it out.

But I wonder if this Purple Void Sword can match up against Shen Yifeng’s Killing Sword today.”

“Is Zhou Tong’s reliance really just this Zhou family heirloom? It can’t be, can it?”

“……”

As Zhou Tong made his move, all eyes were drawn to him, and few noticed that Su Jingzhen had also taken out his black brick.

He felt the lingering forces of extreme cold and heat within the brick.

At that moment, Su Jingzhen felt a surge of bloodlust boiling within him.

“Alright then, let’s go all out and kill them!”