Does anyone actually Believes That My Master Is A Mortal?

Chapter 192 192 Chapter Is Formation a Minor Path?? (Seeking Monthly Pass)

Within the secret realm, atop the grasslands.

Zhang Han stood with his hands clasped behind his back, silently standing there.

He was dressed in a Confucian robe, embroidered with green mountains and rivers, which, paired with his scholarly aura, made him resemble a Confucian immortal.

Opposite Zhang Han stood another person.

This was a man dressed in a black robe, carrying on his back a great sword as large as a door.

The man's features were ordinary, and so was his presence, the sort that would be lost in a crowd.

But there was a hint of sharpness in his brows.

This person was Zhang Han's first-round opponent, from Ancient Moon Holy Land, Zhang Daohong.

At this moment, there was still a stick of incense's worth of time before the official start.

So the two of them just stood there.

Zhang Han was very calm, Zhang Daohong even more so.

This made Zhang Han somewhat puzzled and perplexed.

After all, he was a disciple of the East State Hidden Sect.

The name of the Wayless Sect was well known.

Yet, this man seemed to feel no pressure at all.

This made Zhang Han quite curious.

"Daoist Zhang, there is something I am quite curious about and would like to ask, if you do not mind enlightening me."

Zhang Han did not hold back and directly voiced his question.

"Please speak, Daoist Friend."

Zhang Daohong nodded, indicating that Zhang Han could proceed with his question.

"Why do you not show a trace of nervousness, even knowing that I am a disciple of the Wayless Sect?"

Zhang Han asked with great curiosity.

"Because I am a Sword Cultivator. Sword bearers should fear nothing, daring to draw their swords against all things. If I were to feel fear, it would merely mean I am weak! But clearly, I am not one to feel fear."

Zhang Daohong spoke earnestly.

"I see."

Zhang Han nodded in understanding.

However, the look he gave Zhang Daohong grew increasingly strange.

Sword Cultivator…

Elder Brother…

Sword Cultivator equals Elder Brother.

Thinking this way,

Zhang Han suddenly narrowed his eyes.

The memory of being beaten up by his Elder Brother was still fresh in his mind.

Maybe this person could provide an outlet for his frustrations?

He was a Sword Cultivator after all.

Treating him as the Elder Brother to beat up was good enough.

Zhang Daohong, unaware of Zhang Han's thoughts, was curious about the hands-behind-back stance of his opponent and wondered what weapon Zhang Han wielded.

"May I ask, Daoist Friend, what is the path of your cultivation?"

Zhang Daohong spoke up and asked.

"Formations."

Zhang Han directly revealed his path of cultivation, not wary at all of his opponent.

"Formations? Doesn't that put an Array Master at a bit of a disadvantage in the Grand Sect Tournament?"

Zhang Daohong expressed his surprise.

"Hmm… it's not too bad, I wouldn't be at a disadvantage."

Zhang Han waved his hand nonchalantly as he spoke.

"No, Array Masters really are at a big disadvantage. Daoist Friend, how about this: when the battle begins, I'll give you half an hour to set up your formations. What do you think?"

Zhang Daohong offered earnestly.

Upon hearing this,

Zhang Han fell silent.

Half an hour to set up formations?

How many large Killing Formations could he set up in half an hour?

Without any disruption, at full effort, probably up to a hundred thousand…

A hundred thousand Killing Formations…

Was this guy sure he wouldn't be reduced to dust?

Zhang Han was about to say something when suddenly,

a voice echoed through the secret realm.

"The battle begins!"

As soon as these words were spoken,

Zhang Han and Zhang Daohong both momentarily stiffened.

Moments later,

Zhang Daohong was the first to recover his senses, and he looked at Zhang Han.

"Daoist Friend, since you practice Formation Cultivation, just as I said before, I will give you half an hour to set up your formations. After half an hour, I will draw my sword."

Zhang Daohong spoke very seriously.

"Are you serious?"

Zhang Han said, somewhat helplessly.

"Of course! I am a member of the Ancient Moon Holy Land, I would never go back on my word! Even if I were beaten to death by a formation you set up in half an hour, I wouldn't renege!"

Zhang Daohong said earnestly.

Upon hearing this,

Zhang Han let out a deep sigh.

Let it be.

The frustrations endured at the hands of the eldest senior brother could only be vented here.

He pondered for a moment, then extended his hand and waved it in the air.

A surge of mana rushed out, instantly creating a small-scale Timing Formation.

"As you wish."

"When the light of this formation ceases, that will mark half an hour," Zhang Han spoke slowly.

"Alright, Daoist Zhang, please set up the formation," Zhang Daohong said, nodding.

Having said that,

he took a few steps backward,

intending to give Zhang Han time to take out the materials for setting up the formation and other such things.

On the other hand, Zhang Han shook his head, leaped up, and soared into the sky.

He stood mid-air, facing the sky, and began to articulate words.

"Taiyin Star, come!!"

At the moment Zhang Han's voice fell,

the entire small-scale secret realm vibrated violently.

The originally clear blue sky suddenly darkened, and the Taiyin Star appeared, hanging high above, showering Zhang Han in its moonlight.

It made Zhang Han appear as an immortal deity.

The Taiyin Star forcefully broke through the secret realm, manifesting from the outside world within!

Zhang Han's face still wore a gentle smile as thoughts rose in his mind.

His heart burst forth with dazzling light, ancient runes converged and transformed into Formation Patterns.

In just a brief moment, several Taiyin Killing Formations were set up, covering the entire secret realm.

Zhang Han did not launch an attack; instead, he continued to set up more formations.

One after another, the formations took shape under his control.

But there was only so much space in the small secret realm.

The formations could only keep overlapping and covering.

This turned the interior of the secret realm into a land of chilling frost, the original plains vanished from sight.

The terrifying intent of the Killing Formation lingered in the sky, unable to dissipate for a long time.

Zhang Han was still setting up formations.

It seemed as though he would not stop until half an hour had passed.

However, eventually, after about fifteen minutes, he stopped.

It was not that Zhang Han did not want to continue,

but that he sensed the small-scale secret realm was close to reaching its limit.

If he kept on setting up formations, the secret realm might actually shatter.

"That's enough, Daoist Zhang. I can only set up to this point. Make your move with the sword," Zhang Han said.

"As long as you can break through the formation and touch the hem of my clothes, I'll concede defeat. If you have any brilliant moves, please show them now," he said, seeming to smile, yet not smiling, as he stared at Zhang Daohong.

On the other side, Zhang Daohong's eyes widened, his face filled with stupefaction.

This is how an Array Master plays??? Is this the right way to be an Array Master??? Weren't there supposed to be countless procedures like needing materials and Array Diagrams to set up formations?

He vaguely remembered his Respected Master evaluating Array Masters and saying dismissively, "Minor tricks. Against formations, break them with a single sword strike..."

This is minor???

Break them with one sword strike???

He really wanted to invite his Respected Master to come here and break it with one sword strike.

Break what, the hell.

Break it with his head?!

Zhang Daohong turned his head to look at the huge broadsword strapped to his back.

He strongly desired to go back right now and tell his Respected Master that he no longer wished to learn swordplay, he wanted to study formations.

"I surrender..."

Facing the countless formations, Zhang Daohong chose to surrender.

He didn't even have the heart to draw his sword...

It wasn't that he had turned cowardly; he felt that if he dared to draw his sword, the formations might scatter his ashes to the winds...