“Darryl, do you think you could crack the Eight Earth Demon Formation?” Zoran asked.

“I…think so,” Darryl answered.

A burst of laughter erupted. This fool could boast! Even the six orthodox sects could not crack it, he dares say he could?

Susan sighed, she said, “Darryl, you’re still young. I only taught you a few simple Formations previously. Don’t be too proud, we’ve barely scraped the surface of Formations. The Eight Earth Demon Formation is a highly complicated one. Even I could not crack it.”

Ophelia glared at Darryl. It was already bad that two of her disciples were captured, now Darryl was trying to cause more trouble—how could she not be angry?

She said, “Darryl when I took you in as my disciple, I not only taught you how to produce elixirs, I taught you the way of life, how to be a good person as well. Remember, no good will come of boasting.”

Darryl shrugged, he said, “Master, I’m not boasting. I understand how you feel right now. But don’t worry. Wicked Valley will be