Just A Daoist Who Occasionally Kicks Ass

Everyone was shocked, and a sense of foreboding filled the air.

Many knew Daoist Jiushan’s golden hammer and were aware of the power of this magical weapon. Now, with the hammer shattered, a heavy weight settled in everyone’s hearts.

“Young Master Long Jiu, how are things now? Can this formation still be broken?” Liu Qingqing asked softly.

Surely even the formation master Young Master Long Jiu couldn’t fail to break it, right?

Liu Qingqing felt a twinge of panic, while Young Master Long Jiu remained silent.

After a long moment, he slowly spoke, “Everyone, I’m sorry. Truly, this is a divine mountain within a Blissful Land. The formation is far too intricate. I suspect it is a grand formation personally laid by a Land Immortal. My cultivation is too shallow to break the restrictions here.”

At these words, everyone’s expressions turned grim. They had thought that with Young Master Long Jiu, they could break through the formation and enter the mountain.

But now, even a disciple personally trained by Daoist Jiushan could not accomplish it. The formation here was terrifying indeed.

After a moment of contemplation, a middle-aged man carrying a mourning staff on his shoulder spoke up, “I’ll go try!”

His face was pale, his aura chilling. It was obvious at a glance that he was a master of the heterodox arts.

Waaahhh... Waaahhh... Waaahhh...!

The middle-aged man suddenly covered his face and began to wail in a mournful, piercing cry. Watching him sob, everyone was stunned.