Crackâ!!
Boomâ!!
Explosive energy burst forth.
A force carrying decades of cultivation erupted, forming sword energy that relentlessly battered the barrier.
Boomâ! Boom, boomâ! Crackâ!!
Strikes burst out like explosions.
Countless flashes of light slashed against the barrier, as if determined to tear it apart.
Hissâ!
Yet no matter how fiercely the sword energy raged, the barrier remained intact.
âDamn itâ!â
The martial artist, swinging his sword without pause, cursed aloud.
He had already expended more than half of his internal energy, yet there was no sign of progress.
To make matters worse, he wasnât the only one struggling. He turned to the side, gasping for breath.
â...Even the Seven Iron Layers Fist canât break it...!!â
The Plum Blossom Immortal of Mount Hua.
The Sword Saint of Wudang.
And the Sword Emperor of the Martial Alliance.
Not just the greatest names of prestigious sects, but three of the Ten Great Masters of Zhongyuan.
Even with their combined strength, they failed to cut through the barrier.
âWhat the hell is going on outside?!â
âHurry up and do something!â
Merchants behind them, pale-faced, urged the martial artists.
It seemed even they understood how abnormal this situation was.
What in the world was happening?
âHmm...â
The Plum Blossom Immortal, who had been scattering crimson sword energy, frowned and stroked his beard.
He then turned to the Sword Emperor beside him.
âThis is no ordinary barrier.â
â...â
Nod.
The Sword Emperor silently agreed.
They had already unleashed their most powerful strikes multiple times. These were no mere techniquesâthis was power strong enough to overcome even the Three Heavenly Masters.
And yet, the barrier endured without a single crack, its light even growing stronger.
Anyone with sense would realize it by now.
âThis must be a formation or a seal.â
âIn other words, brute force wonât work. Ubong, do you see anything?â
The Plum Blossom Immortal called out to the old man who had been observing the barrier instead of attackingâUbong, the Beggarâs Sect Master.
âI see it... Iâm looking... but thatâs all Iâm doing.â
âSo youâve figured out nothing. Useless.â
â...â
Ubong let out a grumbling sigh at the Plum Blossom Immortalâs harsh words.
It was true, but he still felt wronged.
âYou damn Taoist... How much do you expect me to know about formations?â
âYou stood there staring instead of attacking, so I thought you might have figured something out. Apparently not.â
âI told youâIâm not an expert on this... Ah, right! The Wind Dragon Lord. Where is that old hag?â
Exactly the person for this kind of problem.
The Wind Dragon Lord, Bi Mapa Yeo-seon, was responsible for the formations across the Martial Allianceâs territory.