Hundreds of miles from Nine Tripod City. The banks of a great river.

The purple-haired, golden-crowned young man had a grim, furious look on his face. He gnashed his teeth and spat, “The Xia Family dares treat us like this? There’s no way I’ll just let this go!”

The woman in the phoenix robe looked pallid. Lingering terror arose on her face. “Everyone in the Great Xia knows that the Nine Tripod Suppression Barrier Formation is the imperial family’s ultimate trump card. It’s just that no one could have anticipated that the former third strongest killing formation could unleash such terrifying power even in its severely dilapidated state…”

The cold, imposing voice of the crimson silhouette emanated from the blood-red jade pendant hanging from the purple-haired youth’s neck, “I can say with certainty that the formation is indeed severely damaged. After just a few more uses, it's sure to fall apart completely. We might have suffered a massive setback this time, but we’ll surely repay this grudge ten times over—no, one hundred times over!”

His voice was rife with dense hatred, ferocity, and bloodlust.

It was then that they heard someone...