The enormous tornado formed the shape of a wind dragon, roaring as it charged toward the man in the green robe in the center. One of its eyes was larger than a person's body.
Seeing this, Meng Chan finally breathed a sigh of relief. This was a killing formation passed down by the Meng family for hundreds of years, and it could be said to be one of the Meng family's trump cards. It had never been used in all these years. This ancestor could be proud of himself even after going to hell.
Zu An had just been observing the formation, and with his mastery of formations from the "Baopu Zhenjing" (True Scripture of Embracing Simplicity), he instantly came up with thirty-six ways to break it.
However, it would take a little time to actually crack it using those methods.
So he waved his hand, and a huge sword aura slashed directly at the wind dragon.
The wind dragon opened its mouth to bite, but the sword energy seemed to be invisible, directly slicing through its head and then cutting through its body with unstoppable force. The terrifying and huge wind tornado was cleaved in two, and then the violent energy on its body gradually dissipated into the world.
The sword light did not stop; instead, it continued to extend beyond the outermost cyan light barrier.
With a deafening roar, the massive light shield shattered into fragments, turning into starlight that returned to the heavens and earth.
The array plate in Meng Chan's hand also cracked with a crisp sound.
Her pretty face also turned a little pale. Everything was indeed going according to their plan, but there was one thing she had misjudged: this guy's strength far exceeded their expectations.
This guy is so young and handsome, how can he be so amazing?
According to the intelligence gathered, three years ago he was a useless person in Brightmoon City who was unable to cultivate!
The Prince of Dai looked dejected: "It's all over, it's all over! I told you to run, but you wouldn't listen. Now it's too late to run."
He wanted to turn and run, letting his wife hold off the terrifying man for a while, but his legs were too weak to move.
Meng Chan took a deep breath: "It's not that bad. The Meng family's foundation is stronger than you think."
Almost as soon as he finished speaking, several figures flew over from various parts of the Meng family. Each of them was about the same age as Meng Yi. The Prince of Dai recognized several of them as either Meng Yi's brothers or members of the Meng family. Each of them had just arrived by floating in the air, and they were all clearly Grandmasters.
There are five!
These must be the distant uncles and aunts that Chan'er mentioned before.
The Prince of Dai was both surprised and delighted. He was surprised that the Meng family had so many grandmaster-level experts. After all, a grandmaster could be a regional prince.
The fact that his mere Meng family has so much hidden away clearly shows that he has considerable ambition.
Fortunately, the stronger the Meng family becomes, the better, as his life can be considered safe.
Looking at the situation in the arena, the eldest purple-faced grandmaster frowned deeply: "Chan'er, where is your father? He's not here at such an important time. Where is he now?"
“Uncle, my father…” Meng Chan opened her mouth, but for a moment she couldn’t say anything.
The king then answered for her, "They're everywhere."
"What do you mean 'everywhere'?" The man frowned, his already purple face turning even more gloomy, clearly quite dissatisfied with the answer.
Intimidated by his imposing presence, the Prince of Dai trembled and hid behind his wife, weakly saying, "For example, the one you're standing on might be it."
The purple-faced master looked down and found a piece of flesh at his feet. He was so frightened that he jumped aside. Looking around, he saw that the scene was covered in blood and grime. Because of the rampage caused by the Xuanfeng Sha Formation, it was almost impossible to find a whole piece of flesh.
He finally understood the meaning behind the Prince of Dai's words, and looked at Zu'an with shock and anger: "You scoundrel, how could you be so cruel!"
Anger from Meng Jin: +499 +499 +499...
Zu An glanced at Meng Chan, too lazy to explain: "He deserved it."
For some reason, Meng Chan's heart suddenly skipped a beat when he glanced at her.
She had a feeling she had never experienced before, and she didn't understand what was going on.
This guy clearly killed her father. Although she hated him, why did she also feel a sense of admiration and amazement?
She couldn't help but compare him to the Prince of Dai. Seeing her husband cowering behind her, she sighed softly and looked back at the proud figure in the blue robe standing tall in the center of the field. "Now that's what a man should be like."
The other grandmasters also began to angrily denounce Zu An, saying that the Meng family had never suffered such a great loss before.
Zu An remained expressionless: "Are the Meng family only good at empty talk? Enough with the nonsense, come at me all at once."
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