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Chapter 395 - 168: The Son of Li Wanli, Li Guanyi!_2

Chapter 395: Chapter 168: The Son of Li Wanli, Li Guanyi!_2

They pleaded with the Think Tank, swore not to involve him, and only then did Mr. Po Jun reluctantly give them some pointers, telling them that the Exotic Beast was about to emerge. To chase after the Exotic Beast, they could intoxicate the imperial guards with wine. Then they lay in wait here, turning a blind eye to everything else until the Divine Beast appeared.

And after the birth of the Divine Beast.

If anyone else showed up, they were to kill all those who had seen the Divine Beast!

To buy time for the Seventh Prince to acquire such a Divine Beast.

An Iron Futu Colonel said, "It’s just a pity that one was protected by the Divine Beast, untouchable, and the rest were all killed. Mr. Po Jun’s stratagem was formidable!"

They looked in the direction where the Exotic Beast had soared, disposed of the bodies, and said:

"Now, let’s see if we can capture the Divine Beast."

"The cowardly Emperor of the Southern Country does not deserve the protection of such a Divine Beast. Only the majestic eagles of the grassland, heroes like Heavenly Gods, are worthy of accompanying the flesh and weapons of gods. Faced with such an opportunity, one must fight for it."

"If it’s not possible, then retreat."

"If it really comes to it, commit suicide to apologize, and do not implicate Seventh Prince."

All these brave warriors from the grasslands responded in unison: "Yes!"

All the imperial guards who had seen Li Guanyi and the Qilin with their own eyes died at the hands of the Turkic people, and even the traces of the killing had been cleaned up. Li Guanyi did not know what was happening outside; he rushed into the Underground Palace but almost immediately realized there were problems and troubles.

Beneath this Underground Palace lay another Formation.

The construction of the Underground Palace was almost like a maze!

Its might was nothing compared to the Four Symbols Sealing Spirit Formation created by the world’s top madman, Si Wei, to suppress the Qilin; however, in terms of sealing, interference, complexity, and the like, it seemed to surpass it. Li Guanyi’s knowledge of formations was largely inherited from the life-risking experiences passed on by Marquis Hou Zhongyu.

Although there were tips from Elder Zu afterward, the time was short. There were so many heroes in the world, and countless of them were immersed in the art of formations, creating formations that blackened their hair with the passage of time. These were not formations Li Guanyi could quickly decipher.

He saw the Dharma Form of the Golden Winged Great Peng and could only rely on intuition and judgment.

Based on the experience with the Four Symbols Sealing Spirit Formation, he continually moved forward.

However, when Li Guanyi saw a certain intersection for the third time, he finally realized more directly that the art of formations was complex, especially the top-tier formations. Different formations might have similar effects, but the rules and magic skills they followed could be entirely opposite.

Li Guanyi looked up, the bronze tripod roared, and Qi Mechanism flowed into his pupils.

He saw the Golden Winged Great Peng, which should have been striking the skies, entangled by a Two-headed Poison Dragon. Golden feathers scattered, and Li Guanyi felt a sensation as if a dragon soared to the skies, but it could not last long. Li Guanyi wanted to rush over immediately, but the more he hurried to break through the formation, the more he got trapped.

The youth swung his weapon, a Frost Battle Halberd carrying the aura of the Fierce Tiger Sky Shouting Halberd.

A Mountain Shattering strike slammed hard onto the formation.

But there was not a single crack.

Such a devastating divine general-level maneuver, the Mountain Shattering attack, seemed to have had no effect, with its Qi Mechanism completely dissipating.

It seemed that the domineering power of that attack was all dispersed by the formation. The force that should have damaged that node of the formation was spread across the entire Imperial Palace’s Hidden Palace formation, leaving only ripples like a gentle breeze.

Could it be that in this battle, everyone had exerted their fullest effort,

Only for fate to have them firmly blocked here?

To watch Yue Pengwu die with eyes wide open?

Li Guanyi held the Weapon tightly, an unwillingness rising from within. The Fierce Tiger Sky Shouting Halberd emerged, slashing down fiercely. Li Guanyi’s palm split open at the base of the thumb, blood dripping down, but the formation finally cracked. He desperately used his moves to bombard the walls of the formation.

He knew that even if he forcibly broke through the formation to get inside, it would consume a lot of time because the formation was complicated. He did not know the correct direction.

And the Imperial Palace was very large.

Such means were typical of Tantai Xianming’s style.

Ruthless and cold, absolutely giving no chance for a comeback.

Once a layer of scheme was broken through, another waited.

It was the handiwork of one of the world’s top tacticians.

But even so, Li Guanyi still gave his all, pushing towards that place.

Li Guanyi was giving his all.

He clutched the Divine Weapon, gritting his teeth, drawing upon the potential of his body without any reservations.

Giving his utmost, contending with those heroes who had roamed the world for 60 years!

At this moment, the still young Li Guanyi felt a sense of an overwhelming trend bearing down, regardless of friend or foe, good or evil. In this grand affair, the bravado displayed by the heroes racing across the world revealed his deficiencies. Compared to these heroes who had reached their peaks, he was still just a young cub.

Tantai Xianming was someone decisive, indifferent, domineering, and forceful.

The one he wanted to kill, no one could save.

But at this moment, Li Guanyi’s Ancestor Acupoint between his eyebrows suddenly itched a bit.

He suddenly had an intuitive hunch,

As if someone was telling him the correct direction.

That instinctive intuition left Li Guanyi slightly stunned, and suddenly he remembered before he left, how the old man in the Taoist Temple had pointed at his Ancestor Acupoint, as if light was fluttering. Li Guanyi quickly turned aside, where he could see an ethereal elder looking down kindly. He reached out and tousled the young man’s hair.

The Taoist’s expression was gentle.

The contest among the heroes of the previous generation should be handled by the people of that generation.