Young Master Sima Feng didn’t step onto the sand alone. He brought thirty-six sacred formation flags, an ancient astrological compass. An entire army of invisible sharp-angled death.
The undisputed prodigy of the Grand Formation Guild, Sima Feng was eighteen years old, clad in shimmering silver-white robes stitched with the sky star-patterns and the hexagrams of the ancient Bagua. In his left hand, he held an astrological bronze compass spinning with chaotic magnetic fury. In his right, he waved a golden command baton carved from thousand-year thunder-peach wood, its core humming with the spiritual counts of forty ages of array masters.
His silk slippers touched the combat pitch. Then, Sima Feng hurled thirty-six spirit-jade flags into the air!
SWISH-SWISH!
The flags didn’t fall. They impaled themselves into the iron-hard metal floor in a huge, thirty-six-point spirit circle, sealing off the entire one-thousand-yard pitch!
“5-Star Nine-Dragon Slaughter Matrix!” Sima Feng screamed, his young face twisted with fanatical royal pride. “ACTIVATE!”
BOOOOOOOOOOM!
The air inside the arena instantly turned a sickening, blood-red hue!
