<h4>Chapter 1517: Chapter 1514: Why Not Go All Out?</h4>


    Her name is Song Ziwei.


    She is Zhen Jing’s daoist couple, and a master at the peak of the True Immortal Realm.


    She stands tall and alluring, her slender waist seemingly fragile enough to break easily with a gentle grasp, yet brimming with astonishing sticity.


    The white long skirt clings silkily to her exquisite figure, entuating her ample full bosom, rounded hips, and long, straight, beautiful legs vividly.


    Every curve seems to be the most meticulously crafted by nature, exuding a soul-enchanting charm.


    Her face is astoundingly beautiful.


    Her skin is as white as snow, with a delicate texture that seems water could be pinched out of it, reflecting a faint sheen in the sunlight, as if kissed by moonlight, arousing a desire to gently touch and knead.


    Her curved brows, like willow leaves, are gracefully raised, with eyes carrying a hint of alluring flirtation, as if endless secrets are being whispered by her faint smile.


    Her eyes resemble deep, mysterious pools, enticing and captivating, with the azure hue seeming to harbor countless emotions.


    Under her high nose, the moist red lips appear like ripe cherries, slightly parted, as if inviting, yet also challenging.


    A cascade of long, glossy ck hair flows down like a waterfall, with strands restingzily on her cheek, adding a touch of allure and sensuality.


    Coupled with her indifferent and disdainful look, she evokes a strong sense of conquest.


    Making one wish they could press her beneath them and ravage fiercely.


    Zhen Gou snorted coldly, as the Compass in his hand shed with light, mysterious runes emerged in the air: "Xu Wendong, since you refuse a toast only to drink a penalty drink, don’t me me for being rude."


    "Today, I shall let you witness the power of my formation."


    With that said, he waved his hands, the runes on the Compass flew out like meteors, heading towards the courtyard where Xu Wendong and others were.


    The runes quicklybined in mid-air, forming powerful spiritual power waves.


    Xu Wendong’s gaze sharpened, his hands swiftly formed hand seals, a ray of light shot from his hands, striking the array surrounding the courtyard.


    The array burst into light, forming a sturdy barrier, resisting the runes’ attack.


    Upon witnessing this scene.


    The disciples of the Guanghan Sect showed expressions of amusement on their faces, as if anticipating the array being breached.


    Meanwhile, the disciples of the Lingyan Pavilion appeared tense and uneasy.


    They were unsure whether this formation could withstand Zhen Gou’s attack.


    At this point, they could only pray to heaven that it could resist.


    Otherwise, their life and death would be uncertain!


    "Boom!"


    The runes collided with the array, producing a loud sound, causing the entire courtyard to tremble slightly.


    However, the array remained sturdy, unsullied.


    Zhen Gou’s pupils trembled abruptly, evidently not expecting Xu Wendong’s formation to withstand his offensive, stirring a strong sense of anger in his heart: "Again!"


    Zhen Gou pinched the spell with his hands, simultaneously forming hand seals, and from the Compass emerged ancient and mysterious runes that radiated sacred golden light and powerful aura.


    Like meteors crashing into the Earth, they hurled towards Xu Wendong’s arranged formation.


    In an instant.


    Thunderous booms erupted between heaven and earth, even though the formation’s light twisted fiercely, giving a sense of impending obliteration, yet it stood unscathed amidst the heavens.


    "Zhen Gou, brother, are you holding back?" a disciple of the Guanghan Sect asked curiously: "Logically, with your expertise in formations, breaking this array shouldn’t be difficult!"


    Another smiled and said: "Zhen Gou brother must not be going all out, otherwise with his strength, he could break open this array in a sh."


    Zhen Gou blushed, awkwardly said: "This array is far sturdier than you imagine, even for me, it’s challenging to breach in the short term."


    Upon hearing this.


    The disciples of the Guanghan Sect revealed barely conceble shock in their eyes, evidently didn’t expect the formation arranged by Xu Wendong, this ’ant’, to be so secure.


    This rendered them incredulous.


    Zhen Jing’s expression was as cold as ice, the icy demeanor seemed capable of freezing the surrounding air.


    His words were firm and undeniable authoritative: "If that’s the case, then forcefully break the formation, I don’t believe so many of us together can’t break this array."


    Upon these words, the disciples of the Guanghan Sect immediately took action.


    They resembled a group of warriors about to set out for battle, upright and resolute, their eyes reflecting courage and fearlessness.


    Theynded one after another on the outer street, their steps stable and powerful, each step seems to tremble the earth slightly.


    Next, they unhesitatingly summoned their longswords, whose des glimmered coldly, emitting a chilling aura under the sun’s illumination.


    In an instant, these longswords seemed toe alive, flew into the air, neatly aligned, giving an unsettling feeling.


    Meanwhile, Zhen Gou pinched the spell with his hands, controlled the Compass, its light shed, mysterious runes danced like mes, ceaselessly changing shapes.


    With his attack, a powerful force surged like raging waves, sweeping towards the array with a ruinous momentum.


    His attack sparked a battle beacon, immediately igniting the fire of war.


    In an instant, the disciples of the Guanghan Sect fully focused, injecting their immortal energy into their longswords.


    They controlled the longswords to fly forward like arrows, their speed too swift for the eyes to catch, only leaving blurred trails.


    Multicolored sword qi interwove in the sky, painting an exquisite, vibrant canvas.


    The sword qi enveloped the small world, its brilliance dazzling and awe-inspiring, emitting an almost suffocating aura.


    Each strand of sword qi contained immense power, seemingly capable of slicing everything into fragments.


    The intense pressure felt like a heavy mountain, stifling.


    Within the formation, Lu Shuling and others clenched their fists tightly, faces filled with tension, their hearts brimming with trepidation and unease.


    Xu Wendong pinched the spell with his hands, maneuvering the array to fend off the attacks, his expression remaining rxed.


    Despite only possessing cultivation at the Earth Immortal Realm, the formation’s mystical aspects were enough to bridge the gap in realms, even if the opponents were numerous and aggressive, allowing him to handle with ease.


    "Damn it, what the hell is this formation? Why is it so sturdy?"


    Outside the array, Zhen Jing halted his attack, face dark with a furious roar.


    The others also stopped, panting heavily.


    Initially believing so many people attacking simultaneously would break Xu Wendong’s formation, yet none had foreseen the array being so firm, even witnessing it felt unbelievable.


    Xu Wendong’s figure lightlynded on the rooftop, staring puzzled at the crowd: "Why are you holding back, why not go all out?"