The Young Master Storms the City
Chapter 1161: The Final Trump Card

Chapter 1161: Chapter 1161: The Final Trump Card

After standing in place for a long time, Fenyue Sect’s Elder finally snapped out of his daze. When he looked at Ning Fan inside the formation again, the expression in his eyes was no longer as resolute as before.

"Even if he has broken through three formations, so what? This last one is certainly not something he can break through!"

"This is my final trump card! If he can break through it, I’ll call him Master!"

Having dealt with formations for many years, he had never encountered someone who could easily decipher his formations.

Now, even as he spoke, he didn’t have much confidence.

Ning Fan stood in the formation, feeling the cold air continuously being devoured within his body, and he slowly exhaled a long breath of white vapor.

This ice rain was indeed formidable, capable of even freezing his spiritual power.

Unknowingly, even before this supposed formation, Ning Fan had already experienced colder cold airs than what was present.

The cold air previously emanating from Xu Yourong was much more intense than the one Fenyue Sect’s Elder had sourced from who knows where.

Even those cold airs he had been able to adapt to, let alone this minor thing.

He was only temporarily trapped just now because he was looking for a way to absorb power.

After all, once these ice stalagmites were broken by him, the power within them would instantly vanish and then dissipate into the air, making it hard to absorb.

When he was frozen, Ning Fan initially wanted to break free straight away but suddenly had a novel idea.

What if he maintained the status quo, could he then absorb the power from the formation?

He gave it a try and discovered he actually could absorb the power.

Thus, he decided not to break free from the ice layer, but continued in the same state, furiously driving his spiritual power to absorb power from the ice layer.

After devouring all the power, he then broke free from the ice layer.

Hearing the words of Fenyue Sect’s Elder, Ning Fan looked up into the sky, his smile filled with mockery.

"Senior, didn’t I hear this speech at least three times already? If this last formation of yours is useless, then I have won this contest, right?"

Ning Fan had no intention of thoroughly exterminating them. After all, although the other party was targeting him with formations, he actually hadn’t made a lethal move, only planning to trap him for a while.

Stepping back ten thousand steps, dealing with the Five Great Sects alone was not enough with just himself.

The disciples from the Five Great Sects together were nearly ten thousand in number. Even if his strength was formidable, his hands would tire from killing eventually.

Instead of that, a different approach was preferable.

He would deal with the top combatants, and leave the rest of the disciples to those subjugated for years by the Five Great Sects.

No one likes to be continuously suppressed, cultivators were no exception.

Driven by both interest and desire, as long as he could demonstrate sufficient strength and give them hope, they would naturally follow him.

By then, the Five Great Sects wouldn’t just be dealing with him, but also with the medium and lower-ranked sects of Kunlun.

Forcing everyone to revolt, Ning Fan could already envision the Five Great Sects being completely overthrown.

"Senior, please activate the last formation quickly, I don’t have so much time to delay."

Hearing this, Fenyue Sect’s Elder nearly fainted from anger.

The man had already broken three of his formations, and now he was even urging him to deploy the fourth!

Utterly arrogant!

"Boy, do not be insolent, I will surely suppress you today! Even if you have tremendous skills, you will not be able to break through this fourth formation!"

Roaring angrily, Fenyue Sect’s Elder clasped his hands together, forming one complex hand seal after another.

As he began to activate the formation, the whole formation also started to tremble.

The ground shook, dirt danced, and a deep rumbling echoed around, as if some terrifying dormant existence was about to awaken.

The ground vibrated, cracks spread, and pillars of white vapor burst from the fissures, resembling the breath of dragons.

Ning Fan looked down at the trembling ground, pondering, "Is this last formation a fire formation?"

Just standing there, he could feel the scorching heat emanating from beneath his feet.

Looking around, the distant ground resembled the bottom of a red-hot pan, already showing a fiery red color.

"Boy, prepare to be burned to ashes in my fire formation!"

Fenyue Sect’s Elder’s gaze was fierce, confident in the Red Feather Sunflame he had procured.

This was the flame formed from the fire feathers fallen from a Phoenix, the legendary divine beast.

Even among the cultivators of Kunlun, only ancient records mentioned the Phoenix’s existence, and no one had actually seen one.

Yet the power of Red Feather Sunflame was well-known throughout Kunlun.

"I heard that once the Red Feather Sunflame is unleashed, even the sturdiest magic artifacts in Kunlun can only evade its edge temporarily!"

"To my knowledge, even the Sect Masters of the Five Great Sects might not be able to withstand the might of Red Feather Sunflame."

"Once the fire formation is activated, this boy will have no way out!"

Although the three Supreme Elders were surprised that Ning Fan had managed to decipher the previous three formations, they did not believe for a second that he could succeed with this last fiery formation.

The reason was simple: the power of Red Feather Sunflame was indeed astonishing.

Under that terrifying force, even they couldn’t ensure their own safety, let alone Ning Fan, who was at the Late Foundation Establishment Stage.