More than two hundred Golden Pill Monks stood in silence, their hearts filled with greed, yet none dared to raise their eyes again.
They knew their own affairs all too well.
Though their numbers were many, their hearts were not united, with numerous grievances between them.
The Formation Method they had formed was vast yet impure, and not finely honed. Not to mention the elite who had continuously suppressed the Scorching Sun Swordsman and the Six Dao Saint, even an ordinary Nascent Soul Stage cultivator or a Golden Pill elite could look for an opportunity to break their formation and create an opening.
Not to mention, the formation was a gift from the very person before them, so finding its flaws was as simple as reading the lines on one's palm.
Should they harbor any ill intentions, being defeated one by one and killed would be the only outcome.
A glint of light flashed in the Six Dao Saint's eyes.
