The Three Immortal Kings of the Royal Court Are Anxious

The leading Immortal King of the Imperial Court's eyes were filled with disbelief.

He could see clearly that these three natives possessed ancient physiques rarely seen even in ten thousand years.

Physiques of this caliber in their Imperial Court would be treated as core seeds for intensive cultivation, consuming countless natural treasures.

As long as they cultivated smoothly, they could completely stand on equal footing with them, or even far surpass them to become the mainstays of the Imperial Court.

Yet, in this lower realm, a place they considered barren and backward, three had suddenly popped up at once, and from their demeanor, it was obvious they had known each other for a long time.

Not only that, but the secret arts and cultivation methods they displayed, along with the weapons in their hands and the magical artifacts they wore, were absolutely extraordinary.

Their auras were restrained, clearly having their power intentionally sealed; once unsealed, their might would definitely be terrifying to the extreme.

Where on earth did these three spawn from?!

The Immortal King of the Imperial Court retreated a few steps, dodging Ye Qingxue's closely following sword strike, a trace of ruthlessness flashing in his eyes.

He gritted his teeth fiercely, monstrous killing intent instantly bursting from his eyes. His scarlet gaze locked onto Ye Qingxue and the other two, with only one thought in his mind:

Such unknown variables absolutely could not be allowed to exist; they must be completely erased!

"The situation is not what we expected."

His voice was hoarse and cold, transmitting clearly into his companions' ears:

"Activate the formation."

Once that formation was used, the price would not be small.

But they also knew that if things continued like this, they would only become more and more passive.

Hearing this, the other two Immortal Kings of the Imperial Court also instantly flashed ruthless looks in their eyes. Without the slightest hesitation, they immediately abandoned their defense.

They staggered backward, quickly retreating to the sides of the leader, the three of them taking a triangular stance.

Their hands rapidly formed seals, and eerie black runes burst forth from their bodies, lingering around them, sizzling and emitting a wicked and overbearing aura.

Black formation lines gradually surfaced beneath their feet, rapidly intertwining, and a compact black array instantly took shape.

Seeing this, Zhuge Dancheng's expression changed:

"They are setting up a formation! Stop them!"

With a swing of his longsword, an incomparably sharp sword light slashed toward the three.

The other five did not hesitate either, launching their attacks together at the three from the Imperial Court.

But just at the moment their attacks were about to land on the three and interrupt the array formation—

"Buzz—!"

A bizarre black light instantly erupted from the small black array beneath the trio's feet, shooting straight into the clouds.

Immediately after, an enormous black bell instantly coalesced above their heads.

The bell was as pitch-black as ink, its surface carved with hideous and eerie runes. Thick bloody auras and the howling of vengeful spirits lingered around the bell's body. With its mouth facing downward, it securely protected the three within, exuding an indestructible, terrifying aura.

"Clang! Clang! Clang—!"

The attacks from Ye Qingxue and the others smashed viciously against the black bell, letting out a series of deafening booms, sending sparks flying and runes scattering.

Yet no matter how much power they exerted, their attacks landing on the bell only stirred up a few faint ripples, failing to leave even a single crack.

Instead, they were shaken back several steps by the bell's rebounding force. Their vitality churned, a trace of blood leaked from the corners of their mouths, their arms went numb, and they nearly dropped their weapons.

The defense of this black bell was actually terrifying to this extent.

The three Immortal Kings of the Imperial Court stood within the bell, revealing hideous smiles on their faces, their eyes full of madness and cruelty.

They slowly raised their left hands, palms facing up. Raising their right hands slightly, a stream of spiritual energy surged into their palms, and a delicate, exquisite little black knife instantly condensed in their grasp.

The small knife was entirely pitch-black, only an inch long. The blade was engraved with bizarre, hideous runes, and the edge was incomparably sharp, radiating a bone-piercing chill and a dense bloody scent.

Embedded in the hilt was a dark red bead; within the bead, countless vengeful spirits seemed to be howling and struggling, bizarre and evil.

The next second, the three raised their hands simultaneously, gripping the black knives in their right hands, and slashed viciously at their left wrists.

"Squelch—!"

Three crisp slashing sounds rang out at the same time, and three dark red lines of blood instantly splattered from their wrists.

The three swept their hands, flinging the splattered lifeblood viciously into the small black array beneath their feet.

As their lifeblood merged into the formation lines, the small black array at their feet instantly swelled. The formation, originally only a few meters in size, expanded to a thousand meters in radius in the blink of an eye, echoing the black bell above.

The aura of the entire great formation instantly multiplied. A terrifying, world-destroying pressure burst forth from the array like a tidal wave, sweeping across the entire Heavenly Secret City.

At the edges of the formation, countless black tentacles spread out, as if trying to devour heaven and earth.

Mixed within that pressure was a dense bloody scent and an evil power, overbearing and eerie, making it hard to breathe, trembling the mind, and turning the whole body cold.

The six people were instantly suppressed completely by this terrifying force. The spiritual energy around their bodies was forcibly locked, unable to circulate in the slightest, and their bodies plummeted uncontrollably toward the ground.

Gu Changyuan waved his right hand.

A gentle yet vast wave of spiritual energy, like an invisible giant hand, instantly caught the six falling figures.

The spiritual energy entered their bodies, not only neutralizing the impact of their fall but also sinking directly inside them to soothe their chaotic Dao rhythms and heal their minor injuries one by one.

The six landed steadily on the ground, completely unharmed.

High in the sky above, the great black formation continued to expand. Bizarre runes danced in the air, and the terrifying pressure kept spreading.

The crowd in the plaza below now all felt the terrifying pressure brought by the formation above, each of their faces turning pale.

Those younger generation disciples with lower cultivation bases found it even harder to endure this pressure, trembling all over and unable to even stand steady.

Some spat blood on the spot, staggering and collapsing to the ground; some even fainted directly, their breathing weak.

The young woman from the Gongsun family with grade-ten talent also felt the spiritual energy in her body violently churning, her vitality surging.

Her face turned slightly pale, and fine cold sweat seeped from her forehead, but compared to those young disciples who spat blood and fainted, she was already doing much better.

Looking at Gu Changyuan, on the other hand, he still stood upon the high platform, his expression calm, and the corners of his mouth even carried a faint smile.

Not only did he not step in to stop the formation, but he instead raised his head, gazing up at the great black array with keen interest, his eyes full of curiosity and scrutiny.

For one, he wanted to see just what kind of bizarre formation these three Immortal Kings of the Imperial Court could lay down, using this to assess the approximate strength of the Immortal King of the Imperial Court realm.

Secondly, he also wanted to conveniently borrow this secret formation of the Imperial Court.

With his current comprehension and ability, as long as a formation from its inception to its complete formation fell entirely into his eyes, he had a ninety percent certainty of perfectly replicating the formation, or even improving upon it.

A secret formation of the Imperial Court, it would be a waste not to use it. Why would he refuse a benefit delivered right to his door?

They were the enemy's things anyway; once snatched, they would be his.