"Haha..."
Hearing Jiang Chen's bold words, the purple-haired boy couldn't help but laugh mockingly.
"Boy, do you even know who you're talking to?"
He gestured to the figure beside him. "This is Senior Brother Lei Qing, a top disciple from the Sword Formation Division of Canglei Martial Arts Academy. Not only is he a ninth-level Qi Protection warrior, but he's also a third-rank formation master!"
His eyes were filled with disdain as he continued, "With Senior Brother Lei here, do you really think you can get away with your arrogance?"
Jiang Chen remained calm, his gaze unwavering.
"Do you really think I can't kill you, even with him standing there?"
Without another word, Jiang Chen launched a powerful punch towards the purple-haired boy.
Just as the attack closed in, Lei Qing moved.
In a flash, he stepped in front of the purple-haired boy, deflecting Jiang Chen's blow with a claw strike that radiated intense force.
"You think you can act recklessly in front of me?" Lei Qing's voice was cold, his presence commanding and intimidating.
Jiang Chen's eyes narrowed. "The boy behind you is as good as dead. Are you really going to stand in my way?"
"As his senior, I won't stand idly by," Lei Qing replied indifferently. "Besides, I also need that Heavenly Bamboo Shoot Spirit Milk."
"Oh?"
Jiang Chen smirked. "It's in my hands. If you want it, come and take it."
The purple-haired boy sneered, "Senior Brother, why waste time talking? Let's kill them and take the Spirit Milk!"
"Stand back!" Lei Qing ordered, his tone brooking no argument.
He turned to Jiang Chen with a calculating look. "You used a formation to kill the Nether Snow Lion. Clearly, you have some skill in formations."
"And what of it?" Jiang Chen replied calmly.
"I don't take advantage of others. I'll give you a chance. I'll set up a formation. If you can break it, you can leave with the Spirit Milk. If not, you'll hand it over."
Lei Qing's voice was firm, and a five-colored array pattern appeared in his hand, glowing with mystical energy.
"You want to challenge me with a formation?" Jiang Chen's eyes gleamed. "If I can't break it, I lose the Spirit Milk. But if I succeed, what will you leave behind?"
The purple-haired boy snorted. "Do you actually think you can break Senior Brother Lei's formation? You're out of your depth!"
Several disciples from Canglei Martial Arts Palace joined in the laughter, their eyes filled with scorn.
Lei Qing held up a scroll, its cover glowing faintly. "If you break my formation, this Black-Grade Primary Sword Technique: Thunderstrike Sword is yours."
"Deal!" Jiang Chen nodded confidently. "Go ahead."
Lei Qing's hands moved in complex gestures, activating the formation.
The five-colored light expanded, enveloping Jiang Chen, Meng Qingxue, and Ye Qingshuang in a shimmering barrier.
Lei Qing crossed his arms, watching calmly. "Begin."
From inside the formation, Jiang Chen's voice rang out, tinged with disdain.
"Is this the formation you expect me to break?"
He chuckled.
"Your so-called Five Elements Illusion Array Formation... is nothing special."