Yao Yanliang's eyes blazed with fury as he glared at Bai Ying, his face as dark and menacing as the calm before a storm. He never imagined he would witness such a bizarre event today. This seemingly ordinary girl had, without batting an eye, utterly defeated his two most trusted henchmen.
This scene was like a heavy hammer blow to Yao Yanliang's heart, leaving him deeply shocked and suspicious.
His gaze swept back and forth over Bai Ying, and he was convinced that this little girl must be hiding some kind of secret weapon, otherwise she could never have won so easily!
At this thought, Yao Yanliang clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles turning white and cracking.
A chilling smile curled at the corner of his lips as he snorted coldly at Bai Ying. Then, he suddenly raised his hand, and a formation emitting a faint glow appeared, hovering in mid-air and directly displayed before everyone's eyes.
"Hmph, this Primordial Starry Sky Formation was personally crafted by Elder Qi Haoyuan. Once activated, all those precious magical artifacts on your body will become scrap metal, utterly useless. No matter what tricks you used to kill my two junior brothers, now that you're without your magical artifacts, I'll see what you have to fight me with! Today is your death day!"
The sudden appearance of this formation was like a heavy stone thrown into a calm lake, causing an uproar among the crowd, with exclamations and discussions rising and falling.
The Hunyuan Star Dome Formation is renowned and its fame is legendary.
After all, the ability to seal an opponent's magical artifact, instantly depriving them of their reliance, is such a heaven-defying power that anyone who hears of it cannot help but be wary.
Moreover, Yao Yanliang, as the one who cast the array, was completely unaffected, thus clearly demonstrating the superiority of the two sides. This was tantamount to severing Bai Ying's left and right arms. It should be understood that for cultivators, magical artifacts are crucial for survival and killing enemies in critical moments. Without magical artifacts, it's like a bird with a broken wing or a tiger with its teeth pulled out. How much chance does Bai Ying have of winning?
Looking around at the crowd, they exchanged knowing glances.
They all knew perfectly well that Bai Ying could not have defeated Yao Yanliang's two henchmen without possessing a powerful magic weapon as her trump card. Now that the magic weapon was sealed by the Hunyuan Starry Sky Formation, in everyone's eyes, Bai Ying was a lamb to the slaughter, with no chance of turning the tables.
Everyone shook their heads, looking at Yao Yanliang with astonished expressions. Facing an opponent like Bai Ying, he had actually brought out such a powerful formation; it was like using a sledgehammer to crack a nut.
Ling Shuang's face was extremely ugly. She shouted at Yao Yanliang, "Junior Brother Yao, don't you think you've gone too far? Elder Qi forged this weapon to defend against external enemies. To use such a formation against your fellow disciples is really inappropriate. Aren't you afraid Elder Qi will blame you?"
But Yao Yanliang was filled with resentment at this moment, and he no longer cared about rules and morality. In his mind, Bai Ying's serious injury to his follower was a blatant slap in the face in front of everyone, a crushing blow to his dignity. The feeling of humiliation surged like a tidal wave, instantly engulfing his reason.
Without another word, he moved his hands rapidly, creating a series of intricate hand seals while chanting incantations. In an instant, the Hunyuan Star Array, which floated in mid-air and emitted a ghostly light, shone brightly, like an invisible giant net, carrying a chilling aura, and rapidly contracted with a "whoosh," completely enveloping himself and Bai Ying within it.
In the darkness, only the array runes flickered, like countless eerie eyes, watching the two trapped people.
"Hmph, what kind of fellow disciple is she? A mere wild girl who hasn't even officially stepped into the threshold of my Lingyin Sect dares to be so insolent. Today, I will let her know the consequences of provoking me. I can kill whoever I want, and no one can stop me!"
Yao Yanliang stood in the center of the formation, his face contorted with rage. His voice, distorted and echoing through the formation, reached the ears of those outside.
Outside the formation, Ling Shuang's pretty face was deathly pale, and she bit her lower lip so hard that it almost bled.
She unconsciously clenched her fists tightly, her knuckles turning white from the force. She knew the power of the Hunyuan Starry Sky Formation and understood Bai Ying's perilous situation, but she was powerless to help and could only watch helplessly as Bai Ying fell into a desperate predicament.
Yao Yanliang stood inside the Hunyuan Star Dome Formation, the ferocity on his face gradually transforming into a triumphant and arrogant smile, a twisted and unrestrained smile.
He slightly raised his chin, looking down at Bai Ying with a mocking and sarcastic gaze.
"You're just a young girl, it's your 'luck' to be able to enter this formation! Right now, all your so-called magical artifacts and treasures are sealed. With your empty hands and weak body devoid of any spiritual energy, what can you possibly use to fight me? You're already a fish on a chopping board, at my mercy, completely powerless to fight back!"
Yao Yanliang became more and more enthusiastic as he spoke, his voice buzzing within the confined space of the formation, exuding a repulsive arrogance.
With that, he abruptly flicked his sleeve, took a step forward, and his spiritual energy surged, creating a gust of wind that ruffled Bai Ying's hair. "You're finished!" These three words, like a death knell, were viciously squeezed out from between Yao Yanliang's teeth, echoing for a long time within the gloomy array, as if to crush even Bai Ying's last remaining fighting spirit.
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Meanwhile, deep within the solemn and misty halls of the Lingyin Sect, Qi Haoyuan's eldest disciple, Zhou Jingmo, who was also Yao Yanliang's uncle, paced back and forth like an ant on a hot pan.
His tall and upright figure was slightly hunched, and his usually calm and deep eyes were now filled with anxiety. His brows were tightly furrowed into a deep "川" shape, and large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, soaking the hair at his temples, but he was completely unaware of it.
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