The next morning, a small town appeared before the two of them.
"Is this Dragon City?"
In terms of its area, it is merely one-thousandth of the Imperial City.
"It's truly a filthy place."
In the past, he wouldn't even spare a glance at such a small town.
"What a poorly managed place, a grand city like this doesn't even have a single guard."
"Letting my foolish brother manage the country, it seems, is ultimately not feasible."
Mo Yuntian poked his head out from the bronze chariot: "Your Highness, should I go inform the Lord of Longcheng?"
Ye Hongdao shook his head: "No need, he's merely the lord of a small town, not worthy of meeting with this king."
He glanced at Dragon City with some disgust; if it weren't for the Tianji Pavilion, he would never have come to such a small place.
"Flying is prohibited within Dragon City. Violators will bear the consequences!"
Mo Yuntian caught sight of a newly erected wooden sign on the city wall of Longcheng out of the corner of his eye and immediately let out a cold laugh: "Heh, Longcheng may not be a big place, but its arrogance sure is."
"He's just trying to attract attention, ignore him. Let's go straight to the Tianji Pavilion."
The person who could cause so many forces to fight fiercely on Liangyi Mountain really piqued his curiosity.
If the Pavilion Master of the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion truly possesses the ability to divine the secrets of the heavens, and if he befriends him at that time, it is believed that in the near future, the throne of the Northern Flame Dynasty will undoubtedly be his.
"Let's go!"
Ye Hongdao patted the side of the bronze chariot, and then the bronze chariot started again, heading straight towards the Tianji Pavilion.
However, just as the chariot crossed the city walls of Dragon City, beams of crimson light shot up into the sky.
These crimson rays of light enveloped Ye Hongdao and the other person like a large bowl.
The overwhelming killing intent emanating from it was like that of an asura on an ancient battlefield, sending chills down one's spine.
At the same time, the light surrounding Ye Hongdao astonishingly condensed into a thousand blades at a speed visible to the naked eye!
A thousand blades exuded a chilling aura, stretching endlessly; anyone witnessing this scene would be terrified beyond measure.
At this moment, even within the carriage, Mo Yuntian, the top expert under Ye Hongdao, couldn't help but frown: "This is a formation!"
"How is it possible? This Dragon City is just a small border town, how could it have such a powerful formation?!"
"Holy-level formation!"
Sensing the aura of this formation, Mo Yuntian shivered immediately.
In just a moment, a sharp sword light shot through the air, instantly slicing the flagpole on the chariot into two pieces!
"It can't be wrong, a formation with such momentum must be the legendary Saint-level formation."
Ye Hongdao's eyes widened: "Impossible! Even the national protection formation of the Northern Flame Empire is only at the peak of the Heavenly Rank. How could a small city like Dragon City possess a Saint-level formation?"
"It can't be wrong!" Mo Yuntian gritted his teeth. For something to make him feel danger, at the very least, it had to be at the Saint level.
"Run... hurry!"
Ye Hongdao let out a loud roar, channeling his spiritual power into the chariot.
As soon as he turned around, the sky was filled with crimson sword light, trailing him like a shadow.
In the blink of an eye, it charged towards the chariot to kill!
"We can't go any further!"
Mo Yuntian's expression turned cold. With a raise of his hand, countless flying knives clashed head-on with the incoming powerful attack.
The violent sound pierced through the sky, completely awakening the slumbering Dragon City... Mo Yuntian's attack only managed to halt the myriad of sword lights for a mere moment.
After a moment, countless crimson sword lights piled up together, resembling waves in a vast ocean.
Relentlessly, it came slapping towards Mo Yuntian and Ye Hongdao.
Such a horrifying scene made even the imperious Ye Hongdao shudder instinctively.
"A Saint-level formation? How could Dragon City possibly have a Saint-level formation!"
At this moment, Mo Yuntian's deep eyes were fixed on Longcheng: "Could it be that this saint-level formation is also the handiwork of that mysterious and unfathomable master of the Tianji Pavilion?"
"Other than him! I can't think of a second person in the Northern Territory who possesses such skills!" Ye Hongdao gritted his teeth.
The northern region is home to various large and small dynasties, all of which are warlike military powers that place great emphasis on the strength of cultivation and the might of magical artifacts.
Usually, few people focus their attention on the study of formations.
Therefore, even the Feiyun Sect, a powerful force capable of protecting a region like the Northern Flame Dynasty, at most possesses formations that are at the peak of the Heavenly Rank.
Now, Dragon City has such a holy-tier formation. The one who set it up must be none other than the master of the Tianji Pavilion, who has recently turned the entire Dragon City region upside down.
"In the end, I still underestimated the master of the Tianji Pavilion!"
The gravity in Ye Hongdao's eyes had almost solidified into substance. Could it be that today he would truly lose his life in this foolish Dragon City?
Mo Yuntian could no longer be bothered with Ye Hongdao's little schemes at this moment; all his spiritual power was concentrated in his hands.
Countless spiritual energy flying knives tore through the space, clashing with the continuous sword light within the formation, the sound of iron striking iron incessantly ringing in the ears.
Exhausted from resisting the sword light before him, the remaining boundless sword light unexpectedly stirred the winds and thunder of the nine heavens. In an instant, amidst the gusts, thunder roared, and everything in its path crumbled.
The once clear sky was now torn apart by enormous, terrifying fissures.
Ye Hongdao's eye twitched uncontrollably. Trapped within the killing formation, he could only desperately channel his spiritual energy to dodge the streaks of sword light in the sky as best as he could.
Despite their strenuous resistance, the bronze chariot continued to be struck repeatedly, and within just a few breaths, it was already in a state of utter disrepair.
"Done!"
Finally, at the moment when the roof of the bronze chariot was completely lifted off, Ye Hongdao was utterly panicked.
If it weren't for the protection of the celestial-grade treasure, the bronze chariot, he would have long been reduced to ashes.
Now that the bronze chariot has been destroyed, just one more attack and he will meet his end.
"Your Highness, do not worry, this formation is not of the holy level, but rather quasi-holy."
Mo Yuntian launched a powerful strike at the sword light before him, temporarily repelling the thunder in the sky, while simultaneously leaping to Ye Hongdao's side.
"Quasi-Saint level?"
"Yes, if not for this, I fear I would have perished long ago."
The corner of Ye Hongdao's mouth twitched. What use was there in telling him this now?
Both quasi-saints and saints were the same to him.
Even a quasi-saint level formation would be enough to kill him a million times over.
Could it be that I really have to use my last resort to save my life here?
Shaking his head, Ye Hongdao's gaze once again fell on Mo Yuntian: "Is there a way to escape?"
"I can only give it my all!"
A sharp glint flickered in Mo Yuntian's eyes. If he were to break through the formation alone, he might have a thirty percent chance of escaping alive. But if he were to bring Ye Hongdao along...
I'm afraid there will only be a ten percent chance left.
Mo Yuntian took a deep breath, and a short dagger appeared in his hand at that moment.
The formation is different from cultivators; it can infinitely transform the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to create a strangling force. As long as there is spiritual energy near Dragon City, it will tirelessly strangle those within the formation.
There are limits to human strength, even if Mo Yuntian possesses the temporary ability to contend with the Three Thousand Sword Killing Formation.
But if this continues, eventually the oil will run dry and the lamp will burn out, leading to a sudden and violent death.
At the same time, all the spiritual power around Mo Yuntian was injected into the small knife. In that instant, a golden dragon leaped out from the knife, its menacing claws grasping at the space behind him.
To break the formation, the only way is to concentrate all the spiritual energy at a single point.
If the rift is successfully torn open, the formation is broken; if the rift cannot be torn open.
There was no other way but to wait for death.