When he saw Su Yi charging toward them, the white-eyebrowed elderly monk suddenly roared like a lion. “Wind, lightning, earth, and fire. Kill him!”

The Tiger Fighter Arhat Formation comprised of eighteen monks blazed with searing Buddhist light, which condensed into a hovering golden Buddha statue. The illusory statue then slapped downward.

The force bore down, throwing the air into disarray with a series of booms.

Upon closer inspection, within the palm, there were hurricanes, booming thunder, and a sea of flames… It was suffused with elemental energy, as miraculous as could be.

Even watching from a distance, Su Yi’s companions' hearts shook, and their hair stood on end.

This was just too much!

Eighteen Xiantian Martial Ancestors of the Great Qin’s Shanglin Temple were working together. Even on their own, any one of them was far beyond a mundane cultivator of the same realm. When they combined their power, how could the resulting force possibly be ordinary?

It was no wonder the Tiger Fighter Arhat Formation was famed for its ability to suppress even Earthly Immortals!

Practically simultaneously—

The low, clear hum of a sword rang out.

Su Yi didn’t so much as dodge. He suddenly stepped into the air and swept...