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What a standoff it was, but how could one tell? Let the praise be proof: Five Great Ming Kings with furious eyes wide, swordsmen from all corners brandishing frosty blades. Immovable at the foundation like mountains, within the Ming King Formation glinted flashes of Buddha's Light; the sword masters' edges unbent, the four famed swords swung with chilling edges that alarmed the gods. Buddha Ancestor too had moments of fierce gaze, with killing intent thick as clouds that veiled the sky; yet the sword masters never shrank back, their momentum sun-like, charging against the cosmos."
The Five Great Ming Kings surrounded Heaven-Defying Taoist and four others in the center, channeling their mana to form a barrier.
The Immovable Ming King, upon hearing the words of the white-browed ancestor, chuckled and said, "Good, since you've put it that way, we need not brute force! Let us cast a simple Formation, and if these five can break through it, we shall let them go."
