I am a living immortal.

Chen Dong looked at the bearded man in front of him, his eyes moving between him and the hall with interest, as if he had thought of something. It seemed that the Xuantian League was not united either.

Zhang Yan, who was sitting in the main hall, immediately realized something. He stood up and angrily shouted at the bearded man, "Zhang Teng! What are you doing? Come back! Don't act on impulse. The Xuantian Alliance can't afford the consequences!"

Zhang Teng ignored the leader's words, as if he hadn't heard them. His hand was already on the hilt of his sword. His initial anger faded, and he said gloomily, "Since you're abandoning the Xuantian League and this lineage, then you're no longer the leader of the Xuantian League. Why should I listen to you?"

"In the end, none of you dared to resist the Han court, you cowards! It's precisely because of a leader like you that the Xuantian Alliance has ended up like this, vulnerable to being bullied. Not even a newly appointed Imperial Master with little foundation dared to resist. Since you won't resist, then I will!"

"The Xuantian Alliance will not, and cannot, be the court's lackey, nor will it allow itself to be manipulated simply because of you. The Xuantian Alliance belongs to the Zhang family, and what is given to the Han Dynasty is not yours, Zhang Yan. You are not qualified."

"Disciples! Form a formation!" Zhang Teng shouted angrily after he finished speaking.

"Yes!!!"

"I will personally show you cowards and timid people that what you fear is nothing in the face of the Xuantian Alliance."

Zhang Yan wanted to stop it, as this would push the entire Xuantian League into a state of no return. However, as soon as Zhang Teng spoke about forming the formation, figures soared into the sky. This was no accident, but a premeditated plan. Unable to stop it, Zhang Yan could only sit back in his chair and pray that these people would not go too far, otherwise, even the gods would be unable to save them.

But judging by the situation, they might have gone a bit too far. Zhang Yan looked up and saw thirty-six longswords soaring into the sky, their sword light illuminating the heavens, and the sound of swords piercing the air was endless. This formation was the Xuantian League's signature skill, and one of the three founding formations: the Ten Thousand Swords Soaring Sky Demon Slaying Formation.

"Why don't you stop it?" A figure appeared in the hall at some point. It was the old blind man from before. His white pupils were not focused at all, but Zhang Yan could feel the gaze falling on him. The old blind man's strength had reached a new level.

"I can't stop it..." Zhang Yan knew they wouldn't listen anymore. Then, he realized what was happening and set his eyes on the old blind man in front of him. His face was grim, with a hint of anger and sadness. "It's you! Why would you do this? Even if... we're from the same sect."

"Even if what? Say it out loud. Even if you, the direct disciples, go too far, it's just a light rebuke. Even if they go too far, in front of a Sect Leader like you, the heaviest punishment they receive is just facing the wall and reflecting on their mistakes. Don't give a damn about the monks, give a damn about the Buddhas, and maintain some affection for the incense. Aren't these all just your excuses? Zhang Teng is right in one thing. You're not fit to be the Sect Leader. Even if you come to your senses now, it's too late. The past is over, and the damage done cannot be undone."

"Besides, don't look at me like that. I just gave a push, and you also had a part in causing all this. This time, I want to see how you save them. Either they will destroy the rest of the Xuantian League because of their recklessness, or they will watch them die. What will you choose? I, we are all looking forward to it." The old blind man in a Taoist robe that was washed white laughed sarcastically.

These words immediately made Zhang Yan silent.

"You hate me so much?"

"Hate? Not really. Time has healed the wound long ago, but the scar is still somewhat glaring. We once admired you for traveling the world alone to exterminate demons and monsters for the Xuantian Alliance. Later, we no longer hated you. Although you were biased, right is right and wrong is wrong, and you didn't confuse right and wrong. As for now, it's even more so. You clearly understand how to preserve the orthodoxy. It's your interests that are being lost, yet you are willing to give them up. So when you ask me if I hate you, my answer is no. Just because I don't hate you doesn't mean I don't hate them, so I pushed them."

"This time, without your protection, I wonder how they can survive." The old blind man raised his head and tried hard to open his eyes, as if he wanted to see clearly the tragic deaths of these people.

The hall fell silent for a moment. Chen Dong watched as the roaming sword energy enveloped him. With Zhang Teng at the center, thirty-six swords and thirty-six individuals stood according to the positions of the Tiangang stars, their swords suspended in mid-air, forming a wheel of swords that formed an invisible net.

Chen Dong was firmly trapped within it, and the sword energy swept past him without even touching him. Watching the gradually forming formation, Chen Dong was unconcerned. If such a formation were placed on an ordinary person, or if a few skilled or powerful figures were to form the formation, he might have taken it more seriously. However, it could be seen that this group of people had a very solid foundation, but their coordination was very poor. Using a mediocre attitude to control a top-notch formation resulted in numerous loopholes.

"The exterior is intimidating, but the interior shatters at the slightest touch, just like this." Chen Dong raised his hand, and Qi flowed, instantly shattering the approaching sword energy. Then, with a single finger strike, the newly formed formation began to crumble. Thirty-six people, thirty-six swords, trembled constantly. Zhang Teng, the centerpiece of the formation, seemed to feel the overwhelming pressure, his spirit sword trembling violently.

"break!!!"

With a single stroke of the pen, a chaotic current erupted from the formation, hurling itself into the air and shattering the completed sword formation. The thirty-six men's positions were completely dislocated, their swords, unable to withstand the backlash from the formation's destruction, instantly shattered into countless fragments.

Zhang Teng, who was maintaining the sword formation, screamed and fell from the sky, hitting the ground hard and spitting out a mouthful of blood. Chen Dong stepped out and stood in front of him.

"You have good talent and a solid foundation, but your coordination is poor and your mind is restless and anxious. You simply don't have the necessary skills to be the master of the sword formation. Forcing it will only backfire, causing the sword formation, which should be eternal, to have flaws it shouldn't have. I was able to point this out so easily thanks to you."

"I'm a little disappointed. I thought you had some real ability, but I didn't expect you to be just a superficial person. Well, considering that the other people in Xuantian League are so considerate, how about I let you die quickly?" Chen Dong seemed to be asking, but in fact he had already made a decision.

Zhang Teng's eyes widened at this moment. This was completely different from what he had imagined. It shouldn't be like this. Why was his formation broken so easily? "Impossible, impossible!"