Chapter 562

"What's happening?!"

Everyone was shocked.

After all, this was something beyond all expectations.

A pillar of light shot into the sky.

Connecting with one another, it was like a colossal curtain, enveloping the entire sea region for a thousand li around, centered on Spirit God Isle.

"It's a formation!"

Someone with sharp eyes recognized it.

"Who's activating the formation?"

"Hmph, who else could it be? It must be the demonic path!"

Some things, once you turn them over in your mind, become clear at once.

"No wonder we haven't seen any trace of them these past few days — turns out they were laying out a formation. But with Meng the Champion here, what good is a formation of this caliber?"

Everyone's hearts immediately settled.

The terrifying true intent that still stood towering, like a sea-calming divine needle, gave them a full sense of security.

"One, two, three—" "The demonic path finally couldn't hold back and is making its move, huh."

The Champions of the Three Realms slightly raised their heads.

A few of them had, naturally, been keeping watch the whole time, not daring to fully let their guard down, afraid the demonic path was skilled in assassination and might suddenly dart out from some empty space.

Yet their current condition was not nearly so good.

"Just in time to cut down a few demonic-path cultivators!"

Han Yuanzhen rose to his feet, his gaze ice-cold.

Preparing to use it to vent the pent-up fury in his heart.

"What great formation is this?"

Red-haired Huikong slightly furrowed his brow and voiced his doubt.

For no reason, he had a bad premonition.

"The Buddha says: danger."

Black-haired Huiming said.

Hearing this.

The look in everyone's eyes grew slightly solemn.

"There seems to be the scent of Three-Color Silver-Striped Grass."

Meng Zhangqing suddenly spoke.

And Yue Qingchan also turned to look at him.

As someone who had been to Silver-Striped Isle, she could naturally sense it.

Boom!

Almost the instant the words fell.

A terror beyond words — an overwhelming might — descended all at once.

Everyone was struck as if by lightning, plummeting downward!

It was as if every ounce of strength within their bodies had been suppressed, unable to be stirred in the slightest!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

They all crashed down onto the island.

Only Meng Zhangqing still stood firm in midair.

But the heaven-piercing sword intent behind him also shattered apart, transforming into countless streams of light that surged into Meng Zhangqing's mind.

No matter how much it was fused, it was still only true intent — and what pressed down now was the suppression of rules!

"The power of Martial Prohibition."

Meng Zhangqing's gaze shifted slightly.

A very familiar flavor.

The suppressing force from all around surged in ceaselessly, and his shoulders felt as if bearing mountains!

Were it not for his Martial Dao True Domain.

At this moment he too would have fallen down below like the others.

However, he did not immediately release his True Domain in full.

He confined it solely within his body.

So on the surface of his flesh, there was a look of being squeezed and compressed!

As if he were straining to hold on.

"Interesting. I wonder where this bunch from the demonic path got their hands on such a great formation."

"To think it can mobilize the power of Martial Prohibition!"

Meng Zhangqing's gaze was deep and profound. "With the power of Martial Prohibition present, no one can bring their strength to bear — they can only be slaughtered at will."

"But let's wait a moment first — wait until all the demonic-path cultivators come out before we act."

At the same time, a trace of relief welled up in his heart.

Had he not condensed his Martial Dao True Domain, this trip to the Barbaric Sea would truly have been dangerous.

The power of Martial Prohibition can only be countered by the force of a True Domain that likewise contains rules!

"My true essence, soul sense, and true intent — they've all been suppressed!"

"I can't use them at all!"

Below, everyone's faces changed drastically one by one, fear surfacing in their eyes!

Only the top figures of the Three Regions could wield even a portion of it.

But even then, it was merely a portion.

They exchanged glances.

Solemnity filled their eyes.

Clap, clap, clap!

Suddenly, crisp applause rang out, approaching from afar.

It was a tall, slender figure.

Clad in a black-and-red long robe.

Walking with the majesty of a dragon and the stride of a tiger.

Majesty permeated his brow, and the aura around him was terrifying!

With every step he took, ripples spread across the void, and countless cracks even began to sprout.

Behind him followed many shadowy figures.

Each one radiated overwhelming demonic qi!

"The Demonic Path!"

Though they had expected it, their hearts still gave a start!

"Truly, the existence my master repeatedly warned me to watch out for."

"Indeed, a terrifying strength."

The figure arrived nearby, and a smile appeared on his knife-carved face.

"It's him!"

Suddenly, someone gasped in shock.

It was Brother Dongmen Xiangzhong!

His face changed drastically, and his hands clenched tight.

"Who is this person?"

Many did not know.

"He is the future successor of the Minghuang Sect!"

"Lord Sikong Wuque, ranked eighth on the Central Region Earth List!"

Brother Dongmen Xiangzhong said in a deep voice.........

"Lord Sikong Wuque!"

The crowd gasped in shock, their pupils shrinking abruptly.