A Clash in the Saint Realm

It was too sudden. Even with the Pearl Light Pavilion lord's cultivation, he still couldn't escape from the Ten-side Thunder Formation's strike.

The lightning was extremely strong. It pierced the pavilion lord's saint soul territory. His skin was scorched black. Lines of electricity streaked across him, crackling.

He was furious. Clenching his fists, he stared in the direction of the formation tower and roared, "What is going on?"

No answer came from the tower. Instead, three bolts of lightning fell from the sky, striking him completely.

Despite how strong his physical body was, he still couldn't really take it. His entire body was smoking. Some places had even split apart with blood flowing out.

The pavilion lord was going crazy. He thought that the old guys controlling the formation were definitely pranking him. After all, the Ten-side Thunder Formation couldn't miss every time to hit only him.