Chaos and Division of Human Hearts, Decapitating Sword (Part 2)

In midair, apart from Gui Yan, no one else was shouting like a string of firecrackers. Many within the sword formation sensed that something was wrong. Though their thoughts had faltered for a moment, they ultimately had not taken the bait; others had reined in their horses at the cliff's edge after timely reminders from the chief and deputy stewards. Yet a portion of them remained—call them proactive if one wished, or brainless if one preferred—and in a muddle of thoughts, directly turned their sword points toward those fleeing figures. All told, there were only twenty or thirty of them. It did not seem like many had fallen for it, but proportionally, that was one percent. And because it was a "directional" error, no one knew how much affected Qi was implicated. The sword formation inevitably fell into confusion, and flaws that should not have existed appeared in its rigorously structured framework. How could Gui Yan possibly miss such an opportunity? The flames in those green demonic eyes shot out several feet. Wherever they shone, the sword cultivators felt pressure even with the sword formation protecting them. More importantly, they all understood that the current Flag Sword Heavenly Net formation was like a shield facing a rain of arrows and falling boulders, except several cracks had opened on its inner side. A single arrow would be enough to pierce through. The enemies shooting stones and arrows from afar might not know, but those pressed right against the shield could not possibly fail to realize it. Thus, they could not help thinking, Don't shoot over here, don't shoot over here... Yet the world never bent to one's wishes. The more one feared something, the more it came to pass! Gui Yan took one step, crossing a hundred zhang of empty air.