Chapter 726 - 78 Murong Longtu’s Sword!
The Whale Hunter raised his hand, his palm pressing tightly against the silver hair on his head, watching the Shaking Light before him intently. Though he was the youngest Martial Arts Legend in the past eight hundred years, full of vitality, kill decisiveness, and deep Inner Strength, he was not quite like the others.
But unmatched in the Formation Path, unparalleled in Mystical Skills—if someone truly wished to kill him, they would need at least a force on par with, or even superior to, that which fought a desperate battle against Zhang Ziyong today. It would require top-ranked War Generals, peerless masters, an army at the Iron Futu level with ten thousand soldiers.
For one simple reason—
The leader of the Formation Path, the least afraid of group battles!
What he truly feared, however, was an existence like the Sword Madman.
With a Green Blade in hand, he could cause the world to turn upside down, the universe to revolve.
No Mystical Skills, Formations, or intricacies, using only the Sword Dao that does not seek longevity, chasing Zhang Ziyong for a full twenty thousand miles, and brutally turning this monstrous creature who lived in the extreme of life, unchanged in the face for three hundred years, into a silver-haired at the temples, severely damaging his foundation.
Others entering a Formation would think, deduce, verify, and then proceed cautiously to Break the Formation, fearful of any problems, afraid of inadvertently walking into a death trap.
The Sword Madman, upon entering a Formation, would choose an angle that looked good and start chopping.
And so, the Formation would not be a Formation, the Path could not be the Path.