Chapter 734: Battle of the Strong (Part 3)

"It's been broken through again?" Abbot Xuan Si was dumbfounded.

The other seventeen monks were also full of shock.

"I've said it before, you're far too lacking," Duanmu Hong said with a hint of disdainful smile on his lips. "You can't even bring forth one-tenth of the power of the Formation; the old saying really holds true: 'Each generation is inferior to the last!' The legacy that the Ancestor painstakingly created has been squandered by his descendants. It's truly regrettable, such a pity."

"..." Abbot Xuan Si's face turned ashen, and he said not a word.

"If your Ancestors knew about this from beneath the springs, they would be especially angry," Duanmu Hong continued to mock. "You're not young anymore, and death isn't far away for you. I'm really curious, do you have the face to meet your Ancestors after you die?"