Raging Fury!

"Once the enemy's momentum is fierce and the formation's footing is slightly disturbed, the entire Grand Formation will naturally collapse."

"Secondly, borrowing the power of the stars is indeed a marvelous method, but what if the stellar energy is cut off?"

"If someone were to sever the connection between the Stars of the Heavens and the Grand Formation, wouldn't your formation become water without a source, a tree without roots?"

"Thirdly, the cultivators setting up the formation have too low a cultivation base. If all 129,965 formation controllers were at the Quasi-Saint realm..."

"Even a Saint of the Heavenly Dao would have to retreat respectfully."

When he uttered the words "Saint of the Heavenly Dao," Tongtian's tone rose slightly, carrying a profound meaning.

Yuanshi and the other two frowned deeply, letting out cold snorts, their eye corners twitching, clearly displeased.

Meanwhile, Dijun, Taiyi, Kunpeng, and other high-ranking officials of the Heavenly Court wore solemn expressions. It wasn't directed at Tongtian, but because every word he spoke struck at the core of the issue. Among the three flaws, only the first point had room for improvement. However, even then, the mental and temporal effort required to adjust the formation's structure was likely immeasurable. The path of cultivation was precisely like this—the more profound it became, the more one had to exert a thousand or even ten thousand times the effort for even the slightest progress. The second point was almost unsolvable. Was he suggesting that every soldier should carry a star into battle? Even if they could carry them, would stars that deviated from their celestial orbits still be able to continuously output stellar energy? As for the third point, it was even bordering on absurdity. Quasi-Saints were incredibly rare in the world; the Primordial World had only a few dozen to date. If one could truly gather over a hundred thousand Quasi-Saints, let alone one Grand Formation, they could flatten the Three Realms! Even Saints might not be able to retreat unscathed from such a mighty force. Dijun's face darkened, his heart filled with frustration. He was unwilling to admit it, but he had to acknowledge that Tongtian's points were all valid.

"Since that is the case, why don't I, this Saint, personally test the formation?"

Suddenly, Yuanshi stepped forward, a smile on his lips and a relaxed expression. However, deep within his eyes, he hid undisguised contempt and an irrepressible fighting spirit. He clearly intended to break the formation publicly, thereby establishing his authority before the myriad immortals and severely suppressing Dijun's arrogance. He had always harbored disdain for these demons, who originated from the wilderness and possessed mixed bloodlines. Now, Dijun, under the guise of seeking advice about the Grand Formation, was actually showing off his strength and even subtly intimidating the Saints. Such behavior, in the eyes of the aloof and proud Yuanshi, was simply a provocation. Today, he was determined to make this Demon Emperor lose face completely.

"If a Saint is willing to offer personal guidance, how dare I refuse."

Dijun was stunned at first, then regained his composure. Despite having his three major flaws pointed out, he still had confidence in the Grand Formation of the Stars. Now that Yuanshi was making a move, it suited his intentions perfectly—it would allow him to test the formation's true combat power and also seize this opportunity to salvage some of his reputation.

Upon hearing that a Saint would personally take action, the cultivators in the entire venue became invigorated, their gazes sharp. Many powerful beings were already secretly communicating, discussing and speculating about the outcome. Only Tongtian, the moment he heard Yuanshi speak, gave a slight start. Immediately, the corners of his mouth curved upwards, revealing a smile full of meaning, and he turned to whisper to Nuwa: "The real show is about to begin. I bet Yuanshi won't have an easy time later." Nuwa, who had been reclining lazily, suddenly brightened, her eyes sparkling as she looked towards Yuanshi in the sky, as if she had already foreseen the scene that was about to unfold.

"All troops, receive my command!"

"Saint Yuanshi has personally come to test the formation and wishes to offer guidance to all of you!"

"Engage with all your might, do not slacken, and do not bring shame upon the reputation of my Heavenly Court!"

Yuanshi stood with his hands behind his back, hovering in mid-air, his robes fluttering, his aura as profound as an abyss. Dijun turned his head, his gaze sweeping over the generals behind him, his voice as cold as frost.

"We obey your decree!"

"Kill—!"

In an instant, the shouts of battle erupted like thunderclaps, piercing the heavens. Within the Grand Formation of the Stars, tens of thousands of demons unleashed their divine abilities, pouring all their strength into the fight.

The offensive surged like a reversed celestial river, carrying world-destroying might as it pressed down upon Yuanshi.

In an instant, heaven and earth lost their color, stars vanished, and the spiritual energy within an area of a hundred million miles was forcefully compressed, emitting explosive sounds.

Even before the overwhelming pressure truly descended, the surrounding space had already warped and trembled. Then, the void cracked inch by inch, transforming into dark fissures that spread in all directions.

Seeing this, Yuanshi's expression tightened, and the contempt in his eyes vanished instantly.

Though he had initially been unwilling to use his magic treasure, he hastily attempted to summon the Pangu Banner, but he was already a step too late.

Before he could even make a move, the violent attack was upon him.

Fortunately, as a Saint of the Heavenly Dao, he could still draw upon its power for protection.

With a thought, his Primordial Spirit merged with the Heavenly Dao, and layers of transparent barriers appeared before him like cicada wings.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Heaven and earth suddenly turned dim, the sun and moon lost their light, and all stars faded.

The fierce impact made the entire universe tremble. Vast spiritual energy exploded under such immense force, and the void of a hundred million miles shook violently, as if on the verge of collapse.

Terrifying aftershocks, centered on the battlefield, swept out in all directions like a raging tide.

"Disperse."

A soft whisper sounded from the side, unremarkable, yet seemingly possessing infinite power.

As the voice faded, all the violent air currents were annihilated, as if they had never existed.

Witnessing this scene, everyone's hearts trembled, their eyes filled with shock.

The power displayed by Sect Master Tongtian had long surpassed what words could describe.

That unfathomable realm made even imagination seem pale and powerless.

"Insolent junior, you court death!"

A furious roar tore through the silence, filled with hatred and humiliation.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw Yuanshi standing in the void, his face ashen, his hair disheveled, his robes tattered, and utterly disheveled.

"Tsk—" Nuwa couldn't help but chuckle, a hint of disdain flashing in her eyes.

Even Laozi and Zhunti looked quite displeased.

After all, Yuanshi's appearance this time represented the dignity of the Saint collective. To suffer such a fate now, was it not public humiliation?

"Die by my hand!"

Under everyone's gaze, the usually arrogant Yuanshi felt his face burn like fire.

He violently swung the Pangu Banner in his hand, and dozens of chaotic sword energies tore through the void, lunging straight for the Grand Formation of the Stars.

Seeing this, Dijun's heart tightened, and he hurriedly shouted, "Saint, wait!"

That previous strike had already made him deeply aware of the insurmountable power of a Saint.

But Yuanshi turned a deaf ear, and the sword energies arrived.

The demons within the formation instantly felt death approaching, a chill coursing from their heads to their feet as they instinctively channeled all their cultivation to resist.

However, how could they possibly withstand the enraged strike of a Saint?

In an instant, countless demons spat blood simultaneously, their faces ashen.

Those at the forefront, unable to even cry out, had their bodies disintegrate, their millennia of cultivation vanishing, their souls scattered, returning to nothingness.

Watching tens of thousands of his painstakingly cultivated subordinates perish before his eyes, Dijun trembled all over, his eyes bloodshot, his expression so grim it seemed water could drip from it.

Anger, frustration, powerlessness... various emotions intertwined and surged within him.

But he understood that facing an existence like a Saint, even questioning them was a luxury.

A single misstep could lead to the destruction of the Heavenly Court.

"Saint... hehe, Saint..."

He let out a low, cold laugh, his tone filled with mockery, yet a desire he had never felt before ignited in his heart—only by achieving Sainthood could one truly stand firm in the world. Otherwise, even commanding billions of demons would be no different from being an ant in another's palm.

Eastern Emperor Taiyi and Kunpeng were also burning with rage, but the moment they considered the opponent's almost heaven-defying strength, the killing intent condensed in their fists instantly cooled.

"Hmm, you could actually withstand this Saint's attack. This formation does have some merit."

Yuanshi tidied his robes and spoke indifferently, as if with a hint of praise.

As for the demons who had turned to dust, he didn't mention them at all, as if it were as commonplace as brushing away dust.

These words, however, struck Dijun's heart like sharp blades.

He clenched his fists, his fingernails digging deeply into his palms, blood trickling down his fingers, yet he remained oblivious.

"Indeed impressive. To make a dignified Saint appear so disheveled, truly eye-opening."

Tongtian responded sarcastically.

Others might not have noticed, but these Saints saw it clearly.

The moment the formation fractured, Yuanshi was actually thrown to the ground.

The light was too dazzling, and the commotion too great, so the others couldn't see clearly and didn't erupt in an uproar on the spot.

Otherwise, it would have been chaos long ago.

But how could Tongtian cover for him? He revealed the truth with a single sentence.

In an instant, the crowd, who had been stunned by Yuanshi's imposing aura, all looked up.

Those questioning gazes made Yuanshi's face turn green.

The little bit of prestige he had just accumulated vanished in an instant, blown away by that sentence.

Seeing Tongtian expose his flaws in public, Nuwa couldn't help but cover her lips and chuckle.

This one laugh was no small matter; the Intercepting Sect elders behind her immediately couldn't hold back and burst into laughter.

With Tongtian backing them, why would they fear Yuanshi? They laughed freely and unrestrainedly, without any scruples.

This enraged Yuanshi, causing veins to bulge on his forehead and his heart to churn with anger.

Never able to tolerate such humiliation, he, who always cared about his reputation, immediately grunted in a deep voice:

"Tongtian! Is this how you discipline your disciples?"

As soon as he spoke, Laozi and Zhunti's expressions changed.

The former was worried—afraid that Yuanshi would anger Tongtian and the situation would spiral out of control.

The latter, however, secretly rejoiced, wishing Tongtian would step forward and teach this arrogant fellow a lesson.

The other cultivators were even more shocked, their gazes fixed squarely on Yuanshi.

There was a hint of admiration in their eyes, which instead made Yuanshi's heart palpitate.

"What? You broke a small formation and forgot who you are?"

"If my Intercepting Sect elders act, is it your place to point fingers?"

"They laugh at you, mock you, what can you do?"

The smile on Tongtian's face instantly vanished. He snorted coldly, his eyes like knives, piercing straight at Yuanshi.

A vast pressure descended from the heavens, as if the firmament was collapsing, suppressing everything.

Yuanshi was suddenly enveloped by this aura, his breath caught in his throat, and his mind suddenly cleared.

A trace of apprehension flashed in his eyes. He gritted his teeth and snorted coldly, turning to leave.

However, how could Tongtian allow him to escape so easily?

His aura rose by another three points, his voice chilling:

"Did I permit you to leave?"

Before his voice even fell, killing intent permeated the heavens and earth.

The atmosphere suddenly tensed, swords drawn and bows bent.

Everyone understood that as long as Yuanshi uttered one wrong word in response, Tongtian would definitely attack, and would show no mercy.

Laozi sighed inwardly and stepped forward.

"Fellow Daoist Tongtian, this matter indeed involves my second brother speaking out of turn. Please forgive him."

This statement shocked everyone present.

Although they knew Yuanshi was no match for Tongtian, they never expected that even Laozi would bow his head and admit fault, not even daring to consider fighting.