Summit Farmer
Chapter 2175 - 2173: Formation Against

Chapter 2175: Chapter 2173: Formation Against

Dusty Taylor, as a formation master, had always been prideful. In this area, the Human Clan truly had no one who could match him. It was precisely because of his exceptional methods that he had steadily cultivated his way to the quasi-saint level, just one step away from becoming a saint.

On the Human Clan’s territory, Dusty Taylor feared no other formation master.

After the activation of the Great Wave Array, vast waves of energy surged toward the formation.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Under the relentless impact, the Azure Sky itself seemed to tear apart.

A smile appeared on Dusty Taylor’s face as his gaze shifted forward. He wanted to see exactly who dared to disrupt his setup. Once he identified that person, Dusty Taylor had already decided—he would utterly annihilate them. Anything less, after journeying here through teleportation, would not do justice to his efforts.

This time, Dusty Taylor hadn’t sought permission from the saints for the teleportation. He understood that he had likely offended them. But so what? He was a major asset now; the saints wouldn’t dare treat him harshly. Still, all of this was stirred up by the person responsible for the formation—he must die, elite of the Human Clan or not.

But!

When Dusty Taylor saw that the formation, which should have crumbled long ago, stood unscathed, his eyes widened.

His gaze probed deeper, his eyes shimmering with an ability to see through formations. Yet the outcome stunned him into silence; he found he could not pierce through the opposing formation at all.

What kind of formation master is this?

For the first time, Dusty Taylor doubted whether his knowledge of formations was truly unparalleled.

"Who are you? Come out!"

Seeing his attacks fail, Dusty Taylor grew enraged. A massive blade materialized in his hand, glowing with infused energy. Standing there, he swung the blade, aiming directly at the formation.

A quasi-saint’s strike—earth-shattering!

Dusty Taylor was powerful, ranking among the foremost quasi-saints of the Human Clan. Yet when he released this strike, he realized it had no effect.

How could this be?

Dusty Taylor was truly stunned; what kind of formation was this that possessed such unyielding defense?

The strike, however, startled Peter Brown inside the formation.

Peter had originally been studying aspects of a cultivation technique, simulating its workings with little concern for external matters. But now, under the violent power, Peter’s eyes snapped open.

Peering out from the formation, Peter gained a clearer understanding. This old man was likely what they called a quasi-saint.

A quasi-saint of the Human Clan?

Peter actually held no real intention of killing this quasi-saint. After all, the Human Clan’s progress was challenging enough, and cultivating a quasi-saint-level strong person was no small feat. As long as the opponent didn’t insist on opposing him, Peter was willing to let him go.

"Leave now. From this moment onward, the Starlight Domain belongs to me," Peter said calmly from within the formation.

What?

Dusty Taylor’s fury ignited further. This place had been his territory all along, a crucial opportunity for his path to sainthood. Now someone dared seize it—he would never allow it.

"Get out here! Do you realize the consequences of angering a quasi-saint?" Dusty Taylor bellowed in rage.

Peter, hearing these words, shook his head and said, "If that’s how it must be, then I’ll simply have to drive you away."

At Peter’s command, four quasi-saint-level magic instructors suddenly charged forth, encircling Dusty Taylor.

"The Demon Clan!"

Seeing them, Dusty Taylor recoiled in shock.

He tilted his head to observe the four quasi-saints again.

One closer look changed his expression further.

They were indeed elite magic instructors of the Demon Clan, rare even among its experts. What were they doing here?

"Who are you?"

Dusty Taylor suddenly doubted Peter Brown’s identity.

"Human Clan. They are my guardians, subdued by me. If you don’t know what’s good for you, I won’t hesitate to have them eliminate you."

"Impossible!"

Dusty Taylor couldn’t fathom when the Human Clan had gained such a strong person—someone who could subdue four quasi-saint-level experts from the Demon Clan.

Peter’s presence here ruled out the possibility of him being a saint. If he wasn’t a saint, Dusty Taylor truly couldn’t imagine any quasi-saint capable of such feats.

Peter didn’t bother explaining further. With so many quasi-saint-level subordinates, Peter had long ceased needing to personally engage in battle.

Dusty Taylor hesitated. Fight? He knew he wouldn’t stand a chance. Don’t fight? Surrendering his territory outright?

As for the claim that these four were Peter’s subordinates, Dusty Taylor scrutinized them once more and begrudgingly admitted they indeed appeared to be under control.

But still—who was this man?

Who possessed such tremendous power?

"Go!"

Peter issued another command. At his word, the four magic instructors closed in on Dusty Taylor.

A cold snort escaped Dusty Taylor. He was not someone to throw away his life. Turning, he fled immediately.

Dusty Taylor understood he was no match for Peter, so his goal was now to head to the Northern Region, find the Northern Saint, and report the Demon Clan’s presence. Only then could the saint resolve the situation.

He could not afford to lose this territory.

Peter stepped out from the formation, watching Dusty Taylor’s retreating figure. Even he found it hard to believe—this was a quasi-saint-level expert, yet he fled without daring to fight.

Thinking about how the Human Clan’s experts behaved, Peter sighed. If this kept up, what hope did the Human Clan have?

It seemed everything would ultimately rely on himself—depending on others was fruitless.

Reflecting on Dusty Taylor’s retreat and observing his own magic instructors, Peter had a nagging thought: Dusty Taylor might return with a saint. If a saint truly arrived, how should he respond?

Peter had always been powerful, yet he was acutely aware of his limitations. Below quasi-saint level, he was unmatched, but facing a saint-level expert was another matter entirely.

Shaking his head, Peter realized trouble kept finding its way to him. Right now, all he wished for was a little time to develop.

Oh well, better to focus on my own affairs.

Peter, sensing his cultivation accelerating, noted the influx of faith-based energy. His energy had grown even more robust. However, Peter recognized the need for a critical change: converting the faith from Starlight College into direct worship of himself. Only by doing this could the Starlight Domain truly become his and enhance his cultivation.