"Boom—"
At Qinchuan's words, a stir swept through those present, and they looked at Qinchuan with a mix of surprise and disbelief.
"What on earth is this boy thinking? How can he still be so arrogant at a ti like this?"
"Under the Great Formation, it's difficult enough to stay alive, yet this kid remains so defiant and has enraged the other side!"
Even many Martial Artists, seeing Qinchuan forsake a chance to live, called out loudly.
"Holy Maiden, I am willing to submit, to follow you forever, and to open the Bronze Gate!"
"Yes, we are willing to submit. We beg the Holy Maiden to spare us a path to survival."
Seeing this develop, those who had monts before reviled the Netherworld Saintess as a heartless, venomous woman suddenly began to plead. They looked up at the Netherworld Saintess overhead, so hysterically, fear mingling with a tinge of panic.
But to the Netherworld Saintess, these Martial Artists were no more than ants. She'd ticulously calculated to draw everyone here—how could she possibly let them go? She didn't even dignify them with a glance.
The aura around the Netherworld Saintess surged, emitting a foggy haze, her entire being enshrouded in a white radiance, like an Immortal, sacred beyond asure.
"Since it is your own lack of recognition, don't bla for being heartless and cruel. I've delivered the master's ssage. Even if I kill you, the master has no reason to bla ."
"Kill!"
Drifting aloft, the Netherworld Saintess issued an imperious command from the skies.
The countless ancient swords hanging in the void seed to hear her. The multitude of swords rained down like a torrential storm, slashing towards the heads of everyone below.
In an instant, the sky was filled with swordsmanship intertwined with the dazzling Dao Magic. The principles of Mana roiled, rushing instantly towards the crowd with lethal intent.
The myriad sword shadows overhead, truly horrifying.
In that mont, countless ancient swords fell, their power perhaps not as formidable as that of the golden giant swords, but they triumphed in their sheer number and unparalleled Sword Qi, opening and closing in all directions.
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As the dense swarm of ancient swords rained down, the Martial Artists released their True Qi, powering up their Protective Auras, but under this assault of sword shadows, which fell like beads of rain, most Low Rank Martial Artists could not withstand for even a few breaths, instantly penetrated and killed, their essence dissipating.
Many Cultivators of the Dao Palace Realm had Mana to protect their bodies and were thus not easily pierced by the ancient swords; so of them rose to the sky, so charged towards the edges of the Great Formation, others employed their Divine Skills, attempting to forcibly break through the entire Formation.
However, no matter who it was, as these Cultivators approached the edge of the Formation, a terrifying breath shot out from the nearby Divine Pillars, instantly piercing through these Dao Palace Realm Cultivators.
"Does this Great Formation actually intend to massacre everyone here!?"
Many Martial Artists ca to this realization, shocked and terrified.
After the fall of Martial Artists, the sky filled with their Essence Blood, spreading a crimson hue across the heavens and the earth.
In an instant, the might of the Great Formation was fully unleashed. Half of the Martial Artists were ground to dust, their blood staining the sky red. The land around was awash with rivers of blood, turning this realm into a Human Purgatory.
Ling Xian'er, Ji Huo'er, and Ding Hao, relying on the protection of the statues, remained unhard, but they had all turned pale. The power of such a Formation was incredibly strong, capable of uprooting the entire ancient road. Most Martial Artists are likely to perish here.
Although these Martial Artists were unrelated to them, witnessing the annihilation of tens of thousands of Martial Artists was still a profound shock to their hearts.
And just as the ancient swords began to fall, Qinchuan had already made his move.
He leapt into the air, condensing a fist in the void. His body radiated light, his Innate True Qi circulating and flowing. His Asura killing intent burst forth, materializing into a tide of battle spirit. He stood tall and proud, like a War God, embodying a spirit of unmatched arrogance that dominated the heavens and the earth.
A golden Fist Shadow erupted forth. With the anger of the War God, a terrifying breath poured out like an endless surge of waves, overwhelming and raging forward.
```Countless ancient swords were instantly destroyed by his punch, and the terrifying aura burst forth, making hearts jump in fright. He forcibly carved out a clear world amidst the myriad sword rain.
At this mont, beneath his figure, nurous martial artists who thought they were undoubtedly dood miraculously survived, avoiding a calamity. Looking up at that solitary and proud silhouette in the void, they suddenly felt imnsely grateful.
Among these martial artists, Xiao Changfeng was conspicuously present. Although he had advanced to the Dao Palace Realm, standing in front of Qinchuan, he felt as insignificant as an ant before an elephant.
He looked at Qinchuan's figure, his eyes filled with indescribable complexity.
It was only now that he realized the Qinchuan before him was far beyond his ability to provoke.
He thought back to how arrogantly he had spoken at the city gate, wanting to see Qinchuan suffer in the Life Prohibition Zone. Now, in hindsight, it all seed like a joke.
Qinchuan, from beginning to end, had not taken Xiao Changfeng seriously, and he hadn't even noticed that Xiao Changfeng was among the group of people he had saved.
He didn't have the energy to ponder these things right now.
He had shattered countless ancient swords with a single punch, but the Great Formation was still continuously gathering new ancient swords. Without intervention, it would not take long before all the martial artists would be eradicated by the Netherworld Hall's Great Formation.
Though Qinchuan had no connection with these martial artists, the actions of the Netherworld Saintess had enraged him, and he was determined to stop her. Imdiately, Qinchuan called out.
"Quickly, to the stone statues!"
Having said that,
Qinchuan cast several spells, and the four stone statues began to move again.
The four stone statues stood at the four corners as if they were divine beasts, connecting heaven and earth, and Dao Magic created a solid barrier.
Seeing this, many martial artists charged forward bravely, squeezing into the protection of the barrier.
The four stone statues, although now only stone figures, were originally transford from real fierce beasts. Despite their current form, their strength was still formidable. Countless ancient swords fell, striking the Dao Magic Barrier, only producing a series of crisp clinking sounds, incapable of causing any harm.
Although the barrier erected by the four stone statues was sufficiently large, there were still many martial artists in the distance who couldn't enter, still struggling against the onslaught of the sword rain.
Qinchuan knew this wasn't a solution, and at this mont, the only choice was to break through the opposition's Great Formation.
He stood in the void, his eyes fiercely burning like a blazing fire, with the Innate Pupils whirring crazily. In an instant, he saw through the essence of the Great Formation, finding the core and the flaws of the Formation.
However,
this Devouring Sword Formation was no ordinary formation, it was personally laid down by the Netherworld Saintess, fusing the strength of formations from the Upper Realm, and in accord with the Heavenly Dao. Right now, Qinchuan's Emperor Soul was trapped in a slumber, his strength had not yet broken through to the Dao Palace Realm, and with just his own power, he couldn't break it open.
But while he alone couldn't break the Formation, it didn't an he couldn't command everyone to break it.
"Cultivators of the Dao Palace Realm, co forward and follow to break the Formation!"
Qinchuan's aura surged, his fighting spirit overwhelming, as the murderous intent of Asura spilled forth, dyeing the sky red.
"What?"
"What's this kid talking about?"
"He wants to break the Formation?"
Hearing Qinchuan's shout, many martial artists and cultivators from the Netherworld Hall outside the Formation were taken aback, exchanging puzzled looks, followed by bursts of laughter echoing one after another.
"This Great Formation took the Saintess ten years to prepare, using a huge amount of Heavenly Treasures Materials. Even cultivators in the Life Spring Realm would struggle to escape once trapped inside, and as for breaking through this formation, not even those in the Myriad Manifestation Realm could accomplish it!"
"This kid's talk of breaking the Formation is as foolish as a lunatic's dream."
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