Inside and outside the sect's main hall, the array that had been activated long ago rumbled.
Streams of light flickered across the array's barrier, sealing the area. Not even a bird could pass through.
Under the gazes of the crowd, Fang Yang strode forward, sword in hand.
He flicked the blade with his finger, and it rang out with a sharp TWANG. His Sword Qi morphed into a thousand illusions as the Thunder Carp Fire Eagle erupted, carrying a crimson-purple sword glow that shot toward the heavens and illuminated the entire vast hall.
Seeing his murderous demeanor, the expressions of the elders and True Disciples from each peak turned grim, and they immediately kept their distance.
But Tian Yigou, leading nearly ten disciples from the Law Enforcement Hall, boldly confronted him.
A Spirit Body phantom materialized behind each one of them, their bodies clad in bronze battle armor. Majestic and grim, they blocked his path.
