12: Formation? You dare to talk about formations?

Within the grey mist, the ear-piercing sound of objects slicing through the air was everywhere.

Over a thousand arrows, each infused with a Martial Artist's internal strength and with tips dipped in poison that shone a brilliant black, presented what seemed to be a inescapable death trap to any ordinary person, leaving no possibility of survival.

Li Zhentian and the Li Family Elders were all standing outside the Formation, watching.

They couldn't see the specific situation inside; they could only see the thick mist rolling and hear the "pupu" sounds of arrows entering flesh, as well as... bursts of shrill screams.

“Hahaha! A hit! A hit!” an Elder shouted excitedly. “From the sound of it, that kid has already been turned into a sieve!”

Li Zhenwu also laughed triumphantly, “Big brother, it seems we overestimated him. What Foundation Establishment Stage? I think he’s just an empty shell! Before our Four Symbols Maze Formation, he still has to die!”

A cruel smile appeared on Li Zhentian's face; he could already see the scene of Chu He covered in arrows, kneeling on the ground and wailing in pain.

“Don't stop! Keep firing! Fire all the arrows for me!” he roared crazily, “I want him dead without a whole corpse!”

However, what they didn't know was...

In the center of the Formation, Chu He was standing there out of sheer boredom, not even a corner of his clothes having been touched.

Those arrows, which were enough to pierce through iron armor, seemed to hit an invisible wall when they came within three feet of his body, being deflected in all directions by a gentle yet irresistible force.

And those shrill screams did not come from Chu He at all, but from those Li Family guards who were hidden in the thick mist, preparing to launch a sneak attack.

They were shot right through by their own people's arrows!

“Damn, after all that, this is it?”

Chu He curled his lip, feeling a bit bored.

This so-called “Four Symbols Maze Formation” was, in his eyes, simply riddled with holes.

The Nine Revolutions Tyrant Dragon Art was no ordinary Cultivation Technique; it possessed a domineering Dragon might that naturally suppressed all false illusions. The illusions created by this Formation were as laughable as a three-year-old's scribbles to him.

As for those attacks, they didn't even count as scratching an itch.

He was now protected by golden light with his spiritual power projected outward; forget these ordinary arrows—even if they used a ballista, they wouldn't be able to break his defense.

“I originally wanted to play with you for a bit and see what other tricks you had up your sleeves.”

Chu He stretched, feeling like he was wasting his time.

“You've disappointed me too much.”

He shook his head, and his Divine Sense instantly spread out.

How powerful was the Divine Sense of a Foundation Establishment Stage Cultivator? In almost an instant, it covered the entire Li Family manor.

This crudely made Formation, the positions of the four core formation eyes, and the positions of the few Qi Gathering Realm Cultivators controlling the Formation were all clearly presented in his mind.

“Found you.”

A cold smile curled at the corner of Chu He's mouth.

He decided to stop playing along with this group of fools.

“I'll let you witness what true power is.”

He raised his right hand, golden spiritual power gathering in his palm as the Nine Revolutions Tyrant Dragon Art within his body circulated frantically.

“Nine Revolutions Tyrant Dragon Art, First Form...”

“Dragon Probes its Claw!”

This time, he didn't hold back at all!

A golden dragon claw, several times larger than the one seen previously in the Chu family courtyard, appeared out of thin air above the Li Family manor!

That dragon claw blotted out the sun, covered in dense dragon scales with clear patterns, emitting a terrifying pressure that seemed capable of destroying heaven and earth!

Within Qingyang City, all the Cultivators who were secretly observing this battle—whether they were Loose Cultivators hidden in taverns or the City Lord himself sitting in the City Lord's Manor—all had their expressions change drastically the moment they saw this golden dragon claw, and they stood up abruptly from their seats!

“This... what level of technique is this?!”

“Such terrifying pressure! My spiritual power is almost freezing!”

“Foundation Establishment Stage... is this the true strength of the Foundation Establishment Stage?!”

Inside the Li Family manor.

Li Zhentian, who was still feeling smug about the rain of arrows, suddenly felt a terrifying aura coming from above his head that made even his Soul tremble.

He suddenly looked up and was instantly struck as if by lightning, standing frozen on the spot!

That golden dragon claw, which covered a small half of the Li Family manor, made him feel an unprecedented sense of fear and despair!

“Im... impossible...” His lips trembled, unable to even speak a complete sentence.

The Elders beside him were even more terrified; their legs went weak, and they collapsed onto the ground, their crotches becoming wet and warm.

In the face of absolute power, the Formation they were so proud of and the conspiracy they had carefully planned all seemed so pale and laughable.

“Break.”

Within the Formation, Chu He calmly spat out a single word.

The golden dragon claw in the sky came crashing down!

It did not go to attack Chu He within the Formation; instead, it grabbed directly at the four core formation eyes that supported the entire “Four Symbols Maze Formation”!

Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!

Four crisp sounds of bursting rang out almost simultaneously!

The four formation eyes hidden in the rockeries, walls, and underground were directly crushed into fine powder by the domineering power contained within the dragon claw!

Hum—

The entire “Four Symbols Maze Formation” let out an unwilling wail, and the thick mist that shrouded the entire courtyard vanished in an instant, like a punctured balloon!

Sunlight once again spilled into the courtyard.

The courtyard was in a complete mess.

The corpses of Li Family guards were everywhere; many of them had not been killed by Chu He, but had died under the chaotic arrows of their own people, their deaths being quite miserable.

And in the center of this mountain of corpses and sea of blood, Chu He stood with his hands behind his back, his clothes neat and untainted by a single speck of dust.

His gaze calmly passed over the corpses on the ground and landed on the group of Li Family members at the entrance of the hall, who were already scared witless.

Li Zhentian looked at the unharmed Chu He, then at the surrounding guards who had died with their eyes wide open, and then thought back to the golden dragon claw that had just blotted out the sun; his final psychological defense completely collapsed.

“Puff—”

He spat out a mouthful of blood, staggered back a few steps, and slumped to the ground.

“Mon... monster... you are a monster...”

He pointed at Chu He, his eyes filled with nothing but boundless fear.

Chu He ignored his nonsense and walked toward him, step by step.

Each step seemed to land on a drumbeat of death, causing the hearts of all the Li Family members to twitch along with it.

“The Formation was not bad.”

Chu He walked up to Li Zhentian and looked down at him with a hint of mockery on his face.

“Unfortunately, it was too much like trash.”