A Blow of Heaven and Earth’s Power

"Stubborn and ignorant." The Green-Robed Martial Emperor felt somewhat amused. Did they really think a broken Formation could withstand the attack of a Martial Emperor?

"Today, I will let you witness the might of a Martial Emperor Expert; it is not something a mere Martial King can resist." The Green-Robed Martial Emperor pointed his long sword toward the sky, Spiritual Qi condensing upon the blade.

"Sword, go!" With a slash through the air, a massive sword scar descended from the sky, carrying boundless pressure as it struck toward the Formation.

"Is this Aura? So strong! Is even a casual strike from a Martial Emperor this powerful?" The Scar-Faced man was terrified. He had never fought a Martial Emperor before, but he knew in his heart that he would absolutely not be a match for a Martial Emperor in a single exchange.

If it weren't for the confidence this Formation had just given him, he definitely wouldn't have set it up; he would have turned and run, even though he knew there was a high probability he wouldn't be able to escape.

The few burly men felt the pressure and desperately operated the Formation. This was fighting against a Martial Emperor, after all; one slight lapse in attention would result in their corpses being left without a burial place, so they had no choice but to give it their all.

"Kill them, kill them!" The Qingfeng Sect Disciples shouted frantically. They seemed to have already seen the shameless burly men lying in a pool of blood.

The Demon Sect Disciples were pale, their legs trembling. Being enemies with a Martial Emperor, they felt there was absolutely no chance of winning; they were destined to lose.

"Bang!" This strike hit the Formation, emitting only a soft sound.

But no one felt that this strike was weak in attack power. This was, after all, a strike from a Martial Emperor; how could the attack be weak?

The only explanation was that the power of this strike was restrained, gathered at a single point, making it imperceptible to others.

The Ten-Star Formation, which had been operating at high speed just a moment ago, came to a direct halt in the eyes of everyone.

"A bit interesting!" The Green-Robed Martial Emperor suddenly spoke calmly. "This Formation has some power; no wonder you use it as your reliance."

As the Green-Robed Martial Emperor's words fell, the Formation, which had just stopped, began to operate again.

"It's fine?" The Demon Sect Disciples were dumbfounded. This was a strike from a Martial Emperor, yet the Formation had actually blocked it.

In this instant, a glimmer of hope rose in their hearts; perhaps… perhaps this Formation could block the Martial Emperor.

The Scar-Faced man was not as optimistic as the Disciples; he was secretly feeling bitter.

Although the Formation had blocked the Martial Emperor's attack, their consumption of Spiritual Qi was immense. Furthermore, he did not believe that the Martial Emperor's attack was limited to just this.

The Green-Robed Martial Artist raised his long sword again and said calmly, "I forgot to tell you all: I am not just a Martial Emperor, but a Peak Martial Emperor."

"What?" The Scar-Faced man felt cold in his heart, cold sweat breaking out on his back. The Martial Artist they were opposing was not just a Martial Emperor, but a Peak Martial Emperor existence.

In an instant, all the burly men looked ashen.

The two assisting Martial Artists both clenched their fists secretly. At this moment, they yearned to be like the Martial Emperor in the sky.

He was so elegant and outstanding, so dashing and extraordinary. They fantasized that one day, they too would be able to step on the Void Realm and split mountains and shatter stones with a casual strike.

The Green-Robed Martial Emperor closed his eyes slightly, and the Power of Heaven and Earth surged from his body. Although this Power of Heaven and Earth was not much, after it surged into the long sword, the Aura of the long sword changed instantly.

"Go!" The Green-Robed Martial Emperor lightly swung his long sword, and a phantom image flew toward the Formation.

This phantom image looked even more unremarkable than his previous attack.

Yet all ten Demon Sect burly men felt a chill in their hearts and operated the Formation at the fastest speed of their lives.

"Swish… Crack…" With two loud sounds, a small mountain in the distance disintegrated with a boom.

Everyone present turned pale, trembling uncontrollably, while simultaneously casting their gazes toward the Formation.