Published: February 25, 2025
Tuoba Meng looked at Tan Yun, her killing intent growing stronger in her eyes.
"Do you think you can break the formation I laid out?"
After Tuoba Meng spoke, she suddenly raised an eyebrow. She noticed that Tan Yun's gaze towards her had softened.
Tan Yun's expression changed, and a hint of a smile appeared on his face.
"Why not?" he replied, his voice calm and unwavering.
Tuoba Meng frowned slightly, sensing the confidence radiating from him.
"You really think you can challenge me?" she asked, her tone filled with disbelief.
"I don't need to challenge you; I just need to dismantle your formation," Tan Yun said confidently.
As he spoke, a powerful aura began to emanate from him, causing the surrounding air to ripple.
Tuoba Meng's eyes widened, realizing that Tan Yun was serious. She quickly activated the formation, determined to hold her ground.
But Tan Yun was already moving, his feet gliding effortlessly as he executed the primordial divine step.
The world around them blurred, and in an instant, he appeared in front of the formation, his hand raised.
With a swift motion, he unleashed a burst of sword aura, piercing through the air.
The formation trembled at the impact, and cracks began to spread across its surface.
"Impossible!" Tuoba Meng exclaimed, her eyes filled with shock and disbelief.
Tan Yun remained unfazed, his focus unwavering as he continued to channel his energy.
With each passing moment, the formation weakened further, until finally, with a loud explosion, it shattered completely.
Tuoba Meng's expression changed as she realized she had underestimated Tan Yun.
"You... how did you do that?" she stammered, a hint of fear creeping into her voice.
Tan Yun looked at her, a smirk playing on his lips.
"Just a little trick," he replied, his confidence unwavering.
In that moment, the tide of battle shifted, and Tuoba Meng knew she was no longer in control.
The confrontation had only just begun, but the outcome was already becoming clear.
Tan Yun had not only broken her formation but had also instilled doubt in her heart.
As the two stared each other down, the air crackled with tension, and the world around them seemed to hold its breath.
Tuoba Meng sneered, "You're about to die, and you still want to play tricks? Save it!"
Upon hearing this, Tan Yun stared at Tuoba Meng, his eyes reddening. "I have something to say, and I want to talk to you alone."
"Alone?" Tuoba Meng mocked, "Stop trying to play tricks on me. I don't have time for your nonsense!"
Just as Tuoba Meng was about to say something, Tan Yun's next words made her eyes widen in shock, leaving her frozen in place!
At that moment, Tan Yun thought of Tuoba Meng's identity as the reincarnation of a great power. He stared at her without blinking, a tear sliding down his cheek, a long-lost smile appearing on his face as he softly said, "The demons have entered the primordial, a great battle is imminent. My palace, my formation techniques!"
"Summon my subordinates, gather in the palace, explain the sixty-four systems of techniques, to confine the enemy demons, named the sixty-dimensional demon confinement divine formation."
"My explained techniques, my subordinates vow, must not be passed on privately!"
Tuoba Meng listened, and amidst the confused gazes of the crowd, her delicate fists clenched, her body trembling, tears flowing like a spring as she trembled and said, "The master's techniques, this servant's skills are lacking... I bear the guilt!"
Ru Yan Chen was at a loss, scolding Tuoba Meng, "What are you whispering about with him?"
Hearing this, Tuoba Meng suddenly seemed to wake up. She hurriedly said to Ru Yan Chen, "Young master, Tan Yun has cultivated a technique to control minds. Just now I was almost controlled by him, do not look into his eyes!"
"Alright!" Just as Ru Yan Chen nodded in confusion, Tuoba Meng's gentle, bone-like arm suddenly waved towards the heavenly slayer demon ape behind her. Instantly, sixty-four formation bases rose from the ground and were absorbed into the Qiankun Ring!