At the command of the elder from the Xuanqing Sect, a deafening drumbeat grew from faint to loud. The large gate at the entrance of the training ground swung open abruptly, and eighteen bald men, draped in black training shorts, barefooted and glowing in gold, filed in. They carried no weapons, but each held a peculiar shield.
An Yiqing stood quietly in place, calmly watching as the eighteen men surrounded her and inserted their shields into the ground.
"Miss An, once you enter the Eighteen Golden Figures Formation, there are only two outcomes: you either die or break out of the formation! I'll ask you again, have you really decided?" Chiang Yu slowly stood up, lightly waving the feather fan in his hand, his gaze steady as he looked at An Yiqing.
An Yiqing smiled slightly, nodded, but said nothing.
"Alright, in that case, let's begin!" Chiang Yu's hand holding the feather fan suddenly stopped, then swiftly swung it forward, "Eighteen Golden Figures Formation, activate!"
