Xu Yi hovered in the air, looking down at her hands. With a forceful clench, a sonic boom echoed through the sky.
"This is the power of the late stage, Grand Perfection in the Nascent Soul realm."
Xu Yi murmured softly, ignoring the pain that coursed through her limbs. Only the exhilaration of wielding power remained.
Previously, she had not dared to confront the old man head-on because her spiritual energy was insufficient to unleash the Level Six Formation Breaking Art.
But now, it was different. The spiritual energy within her surged like an endless river, crashing and tearing at her meridians. All she wanted was to release it all.
She suddenly raised her eyes and looked directly at the old man, silently saying, "Your turn."
Her spiritual energy was frantically drawn out and infused into the Discipline Ruler.
A phantom image suddenly appeared outside the dark Discipline Ruler. As spiritual energy gradually flowed in, the phantom image grew more solid and larger, like a colossal Discipline Ruler, covering the sky.
The old man's brows furrowed, then slowly relaxed.
"It looks impressive, but it's not enough. Still not enough!"
The old man had now confirmed that Xu Yi's background was extraordinary. A chilling killing intent flickered in his cloudy eyes.
She absolutely could not be allowed to live!
His expression turned grim. He patted his storage bag, and eighty-one greyish-brown petals immediately appeared around him.
He formed a hand seal, and the petals gathered, forming a grey flower with an ominous aura.
"Kill!"
With a furious roar.
The eighty-one petals shot out in a peculiar sequence, the air suddenly filled with a whistling sound akin to thunder.
The old man looked at the eighty-one streaks of light in the sky, a stiff smile stretching across his wrinkled face.
Su Meier was doomed.
From the moment the grey flower formed, Xu Yi felt her skin begin to tear.
It was easy to imagine the storm these petals would unleash if they got close.
The Discipline Ruler continued to grow larger. Xu Yi bit her tongue hard, increasing the circulation of spiritual energy within her body once more.
Faster! Faster!
She stared intently at the trajectory of the eighty-one flying petals, tiny points of light suddenly igniting in her eyes, as if containing a galaxy.
At this moment, time seemed to stretch.
The petals, which had been as fast as lightning, appeared to Xu Yi to have slowed down more than ten times.
She suddenly spotted a minuscule gap within the flawlessly arranged petals.
This was it!
A dazzling brilliance erupted from Xu Yi's eyes. Without hesitation, she grasped the Discipline Ruler and swung it forcefully towards that spot.
Instantly, the phantom image of the Discipline Ruler, which had been on the verge of solidifying, also descended fiercely, an indescribable, terrifying aura tilting downwards.
Where the phantom image passed, space twisted and churned.
The old man's brow twitched violently as he witnessed the scene, which resembled the collapse of the heavens. A chill ran down his spine.
Could it be…
No, impossible. Su Meier is merely a cultivator in the Nascent Soul realm; she couldn't possibly break through my Flower Killing Formation!
Even if she were a Level Six formation cultivator, she couldn't achieve this!
As if to dispel the inexplicable fear gripping his heart, the old man took another step forward.
Then, he saw the most shocking scene of his life.
The colossal phantom image landed on the Flower Killing Formation, consuming it with unstoppable force. It then continued its momentum unabated, slashing towards the old man's position.
Astonishment flashed in the old man's eyes. His body tensed sharply, wanting to flee, but his legs felt as heavy as a thousand pounds.
"No!"
His despairing roar was quickly drowned out by the thunderous impact.
The wind and clouds changed color, and the world shook. Yang Mei stared blankly at the bottomless, enormous沟壑 on the ground, her body trembling uncontrollably.
"Yang Mei, come and help me."
As Yang Mei stood in a daze, she heard her name being called. She slowly turned around and saw Xu Yi lying on the ground.
She snapped back to reality and stumbled over to help Xu Yi up.
"Senior, Senior, are you alright?"
Xu Yi waved her hand wearily, took out a spirit pill from her storage ring, and swallowed it whole. She then tossed out a boat-shaped flying artifact, gesturing for Yang Mei to help her onto it.
Once seated in the boat, Xu Yi hurled the Discipline Ruler in her hand into the沟壑 and steered the boat unsteadily forward.
Yang Mei looked back at the Discipline Ruler that had fallen into the沟壑, a look of confusion on her face.
The boat flew at a slow speed, perhaps only comparable to a Golden Core cultivator traveling at full speed, and this was already Xu Yi's limit.
She was now outwardly strong but inwardly weak, every part of her body screaming in pain.
However, she dared not stop to recover here, fearing that people from the Formation Heaven Alliance might still arrive. Therefore, she had to get away from this place as quickly as possible.
After flying for less than fifteen minutes, the Discipline Ruler returned to Xu Yi's side, carrying a scorched storage bag.
Yang Mei recognized the storage bag at a glance as the one the old man had worn at his waist.
So, Senior threw her artifact in there to retrieve the storage bag.
Senior is indeed Senior, so meticulous even at a time like this. I must learn from Senior!
The smile on Yang Mei's face had barely settled before it was scared away by a golden light rapidly approaching from the front.
"Senior, someone else is coming!"
Yang Mei clutched Xu Yi's sleeve tightly, her face pale.
However, Xu Yi suddenly smiled.
This time, her smile was not the cold sneer she had shown the old man, but a smile from the heart.
"It's alright, it's our people who have arrived."
On the other side.
On the Sacred Light Feather, Long Haotian and the other two looked solemn.
Chen Tao, after enduring it for a while, could not help but urge, "Senior Brother Long, faster!"
Long Haotian glared at him fiercely. He was almost draining the spiritual energy within him; if Chen Tao had the ability, he should control the Sacred Light Feather himself.
Speaking of which, this kid was showing him less and less respect.
Chen Tao did not notice Long Haotian's gaze at all. He tightly clutched the communication disk in his hand, constantly looking outwards, trying to find Xu Yi's figure.
Not long ago, his communication disk suddenly lit up. At the time, he was still showing off to the other two that Senior Sister Xu had sent him a private message.
However, when he opened it, he heard Xu Yi's roar.
"Don't come over! Leave quickly!"
Upon hearing this, they immediately understood that Xu Yi was in danger.
Trouble that even Xu Yi couldn't handle, they three rushing over would also be seeking death.
So, after exchanging glances, they still controlled the Sacred Golden Feather and rushed over.
Xu Yi had saved their lives. How could they stand by and do nothing? Moreover, their identities might make Xu Yi's enemies hesitate.
They were not stupid. While rushing towards Xu Yi's direction, they had also sent a message to the sect, assuming that someone would come to rescue them soon.
Therefore, all they had to do was stall for some time.
As they were thinking this, a deafening roar suddenly came from the horizon. They looked in that direction and were stunned.
They saw a massive black shadow in the distance, covering an area of ten miles, with a rampant aura spreading everywhere, like the descent of a black abyss.
Its existence was like a speck of ink on white paper, incredibly glaring.
Chen Tao slumped onto the Sacred Golden Feather and murmured, "We're too late."
Although Long Haotian and Wang Yi'an did not speak, their faces also carried grief and indignation.