Chapter 12: Formation

The hall fell silent for a moment.

Dai Mubai, in a terrible mood, said coldly, "Are you treating us like fools?"

Bai Yuan scoffed, "You're so dismissive of the enemy—if you're not foolish, what are you?"

Just now, while Ning Rongrong and Dai Mubai were arguing, Bai Yuan had already set up several formations here.

In other words, as long as Zhao Wuji doesn't intervene, he can easily kill everyone present.

Dai Mubai looked at Ning Rongrong and said, "Since he chose to make a move now, let's all attack together, take them down, and each take one—how about that? This way we still keep some classmate camaraderie."

Oscar finally couldn't help but stand up and say, "Exactly, Ning Rongrong—we were at least classmates; there's no need to be mortal enemies."

Ning Rongrong only found it funny.

Classmates?

In the face of ten-thousand-year soul rings and soul bones, even spouses can turn against each other, let alone mere classmates.

Besides, they've only known each other for a few days, and Ning Rongrong is the one isolated by everyone.

Tang San also said, "Ning Rongrong, my top priority now is to deal with those two; if they escape, everything will be empty talk."

Among those seeing Ning Rongrong and Dai Mubai face off, the most anxious was Tang San, because he truly feared Bai Yuan would flee.

He hadn't had a chance to advise before, but now is the perfect time.

Ning Rongrong finally nodded and said, "Dai Mubai, each of us capture one."

Dai Mubai nodded; he had originally wanted to take them on one by one with Zhu Zhuqing, but with Ning Rongrong present, he could only give up one.

With the goal agreed upon, everyone again focused all their energy on Bai Yuan and Bai Yu.

However, Ning Rongrong remained wary of Dai Mubai.

After all, Dai Mubai truly dared to kill her; when the middle-aged man goes out as the main force, she is merely a support-type Soul Master and cannot withstand an ambush.

As for any trouble the Seven Treasure Glazed Sect might cause later, the Star Luo Empire will naturally block it, for the Star Luo Empire could never abandon ten-thousand-year soul rings and soul bones.

The middle-aged man took the lead in attacking.

Bai Yu was about to step forward to confront the Soul King head-on, but Bai Yuan reached out to stop her, whispering in her ear, "Bai Yu, don't act yet—I'll hold them off; you look for a chance to seize that woman."

Bai Yu said nothing, turning her gaze to Ning Rongrong, while Bai Yuan formed seals with both hands, causing streaks of spiritual power markings to appear in midair, then fade away.

"Golden Spirit Formation!"

Dozens of sword lights materialized out of thin air and slashed down.

The sword lights were incredibly sharp, seeming to become substance, carrying an unstoppable cutting aura.

Even though these sword lights weren't aimed at them, many people nearby faintly felt a stinging on their skin.

The middle-aged man startled, his whole body erupting in black light as he let out a low roar, and his first and second soul rings lit up simultaneously.

First soul skill, Xuanwu Guard.

Second soul skill, Xuanwater Ice Seal.

Instantly, he swiftly turned half a circle, revealing the turtle shell on his back, and a black light like flowing water, filled with icy chill, burst forth.

Dozens of sword lights landed on the turtle shell; their cutting aura exploded, merely pushing him back two steps and leaving dense white marks on it, without causing any substantive damage.

A five-ring defensive Soul King—his defensive power is evident.

Yet facing the incoming black water stream, Bai Yuan showed no sign of dodging or defending; everyone only saw him form seals with both hands and point forward.

"Water Spirit Formation! Disperse!"

As if his word were law, that water flow instantly scattered, vanishing without a trace.

Immediately afterward, Bai Yuan changed his hand seal.

"Earth Spirit Formation!"

The ground beneath the middle-aged man collapsed, and a clod of earth instantly appeared, wrapping him inside.

"What are you still looking at? Hurry up and help me!" the middle-aged man's angry voice shouted from within the earthen ball.

As a defensive Soul Master, his attack power is naturally unimpressive, even pitifully weak.

At this moment, trapped in the earthen ball, the middle-aged man could not break free for a while, only feeling the oxygen inside his body rapidly dwindling.

Listening to the middle-aged man's figure, everyone released their martial souls as if waking from a dream.

"Seven Treasures Glazed!"

Ning Rongrong's body was surrounded by gorgeous seven-colored light, the seven-colored radiance gathering in her palm and forming a seven-colored treasure tower about a chi high.

"The Seven Treasures have a name: first, Strength!"

"The Seven Treasures have a name: second, Speed!"

Ning Rongrong's two soul rings lit up simultaneously, and eight beams of light fell respectively on the middle-aged man wrapped in the earthen ball, Dai Mubai, Tang San, and Ma Hongjun.

Tang San's first and second soul rings lit up at the same time.

"Blue Silver Grass, Entwine!"

"Blue Silver Grass, Parasite!"

Ring after ring of dark-blue thick vines coiled out again, surging toward Bai Yuan's body from all directions.

"Wood Spirit Formation!"

Bai Yuan gave a low shout.

Thick sturdy vines appeared, this time not only blocking Tang San's attack but also many vines lashing out at the surrounding people.

Ma Hongjun, without a word, also had his first and second soul rings light up simultaneously.

First soul skill, Phoenix Flame Line; second soul skill, Reborn Phoenix, when activated the phoenix flames increase by 30%.

A purplish-red flame shot from Ma Hongjun's mouth, its extreme heat igniting the incoming vines.

"You little brat, just this bit of stuff and you want to hurt me?" Ma Hongjun said smugly with a hint of disdain.

Dai Mubai said coldly, "Fatty, you idiot, do you want to bury us all in a sea of fire?"

Ma Hongjun stared at the large amount of vines he had ignited and the hall that was about to catch fire; the smile on his face froze.

Dai Mubai didn't waste words, activating his third soul skill again, White Tiger Diamond Transformation, his muscles bulging all over.

He ignored the flames around him and slapped the earth ball with a claw.

Instantly, under the combined internal and external effect, the earth ball exploded.

The middle-aged man gulped fresh air.

"Fire Spirit Formation!"

The flames in the hall surged suddenly, terrifying heat spread throughout the hall, making everyone feel uncomfortable, and this place was also completely ignited.

"Damn it! You fat bastard, are you trying to kill us all?" shouted the two-ring Soul Master who had just sliced a vine.

More low-ranking Soul Masters had already begun to flee.

At that moment, the seven students of Canghui Academy all attacked Bai Yuan, each with a white and a yellow soul ring lighting up on their bodies as they unleashed various soul skills.

"Thunder Spirit Formation!"

In the sea of fire, several bolts of lightning suddenly flashed, and the bodies of the seven who had been attacking Bai Yuan stiffened instantly, scorched black outside and tender inside as they collapsed to the ground.

Bai Yuan is now deploying multiple formations.

He has laid out many formations in this hall.

The most basic among them are the Metal Spirit Formation, Wood Spirit Formation, Water Spirit Formation, Fire Spirit Formation, and Earth Spirit Formation.

These formations are all first-rate top-tier formations, meaning they can trap ordinary cultivators at the ninth level of Qi Refining.

Before formations of this level, how could these ordinary Soul Masters possibly resist?

Higher-level formations are the Wind Spirit Formation, Ice Spirit Formation, and Thunder Spirit Formation; even cultivators at the ninth level of Qi Refining who fall into these formations find it hard to get out.

Among these three formations, the Thunder Spirit Formation is naturally the most lethal; instantly slaying seven two-ring Soul Masters is effortless.

After all, in the world of cultivation, not giving a formation master sufficient time is common knowledge among all cultivators.

Unfortunately, the Soul Masters of the Douluo Continent are unaware of this.

(End of chapter)