Mei Yanbai had been smug and complacent. He was eager to show Su Yi what it meant to “overestimate oneself” and “seek out one’s own humiliation” when it came to formations.

Yet now, his face stung as if he’d been slapped. He was so embarrassed and angry that he almost wanted to die.

Was anything in this world more humiliating than being slapped in the face in public?

Yes, there was. Being slapped in the face in public...over and over again.

By now, Mei Yanbai’s companions all looked at him differently.

Feng Zidu was gnashing his teeth with fury. He longed to kill this jinx. Why laugh for no good reason? Why couldn’t you have just kept your mouth shut?

Qian Yun, Nie Li, and Dou Kou were resentful, annoyed, and angry too. He’s a glorious descendant of the Mei Family, but this is all he amounts to? Just this?

Boom!

The formation rumbled, and the scenery changed.

“Run!” Mei Yanbai dared not delay. He waved his apricot pennant and led the way forward, breaking through the formation.

Kcch!

A streak of sword qi manifested of the formation’s power swept towards him. The apricot yellow pennant burst into pieces.

Mei Yanbai’s expression changed, and he immediately took out his twelve Formation-Breaking Hammers. 

However, a moment later,...