Even though the young boy in white was surrounded, he chose to advance instead of retreat. After throwing several punches, he had already rendered the burly man incapable of fighting back.2

This planted a seed of unease and anxiety in the bandits' hearts.0

If it weren't for the burly man's warning, the formation cultivator in the north might have been brutally killed in an instant.0

At the time, the old man had been squatting on the ground and arranging a Mountain-Moving Formation for everyone. He had been planting several small earthen-yellow flags in the ground. Even though he hadn't detected any danger, he had still chosen to smack his own chest without any hesitation, shattering the hidden and extremely precious Substitute Talisman in his clothes and instantly switching positions with one of his young disciples.3

In the blink of an eye, a flying sword seemingly tangible yet intangible had rushed down from the sky like a needle stabbing into water. Its speed was immense, and it had left the air rippling in its wake.0

A baffled young boy had been brutally cleaved apart, splitting into two from his head to his waist. The two halves of his corpse had then crumpled to the ground, sending organs and intestines spilling everywhere. This was a harrowing and ghastly sight.1

The flying sword that was much larger than the swords of ordinary sword cultivators had then disappeared into the ground in a flash. However, it didn't damage the ground at all.0

It was undoubtedly the bonded flying sword of a sword cultivator.0

In the next moment, the formation cultivator reached out again and smacked his chest, seemingly using another Substitution Talisman. He was planning to sacrifice his second direct disciple to guarantee his own safety.1

This time, however, the demonic cultivator who had been caught by surprise just then was finally able to react. He didn't remain...0