Stop Him from Entering the Sword Formation

"Squelch!"

"Squelch! Squelch!"

"Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!!!"

With Qin Feng in one hand and his sword in the other, Li Yang brutally carved his way into the ranks of the Myriad Venom Dynasty cultivators pursuing their victory.

In the brief moment of their first clash, more than a dozen fell to his blade.

Most were natives, though some were Trial Takers.

Beneath Li Yang's sword, every defensive measure was as flimsy as paper.

And he was far too fast, like a streak of red. From his explosive charge to the kills, only an instant passed.

At that moment, Li Yang finally bared his fangs.

Before entering the secret realm, he had had plenty of opportunities to show off.

But showing off without being allowed to kill was nothing but trouble to him.

So even when Sang Yan had harassed Ning Xi, he had stood by and watched.

He could sometimes be cold-blooded, but when he slaughtered, his blood boiled.

With his sword as his brush and his enemies' blood as his ink, Li Yang began painting a scroll called the impossible.

"Has he suppressed his cultivation?" Li Yang's intervention visibly stalled the Heavenly Origin Dynasty's rout, and suspicion appeared in some people's eyes.

"He's at the first level of Foundation Establishment! Who is he? Such fierce sword intent! Could he be a prodigy from the Xuanyuan Sword Sect?!"

"Whoever he is, he's only at the first level of Foundation Establishment! Does he really think he can resist an entire army alone?!" Most paused only briefly before continuing their flight into the Rockhold Commandery fortress.

"Just a fleeting flash of brilliance. He's already trapped behind bars. In a situation like this, even a Foundation Establishment Realm Crown Champion could only flee against human-wave tactics."

"Exactly. His opponents aren't all useless, either. There are prodigies and Crown Champions among them. With all their trump cards and secret arts coming one after another, he'll fall sooner or later."

Atop the fortress walls.

Ning Xi watched Li Yang charge alone into an army of more than ten thousand Foundation Establishment cultivators, only to be swallowed by dazzling spells moments later.

Even her beautiful eyes filled with worry.

"Too reckless! Does he really think he can't die? Back then, he beat those prodigies largely because he had my bonded flying sword. Without it now, how could he possibly take on ten thousand enemies?!"

The cultivators of the Myriad Venom Dynasty sneered at the sight:

"Is this another one of those so-called Sword Cultivators? He does have some strength, but daring to face a flood of cultivators alone? I rather admire his foolhardy courage."

"He should be dead. I wonder who gets his head."

"Sword Cultivators rank first in offense? Ridiculous. We Poison Cultivators haven't even spoken yet. Unleash one poison, and all living things perish!"

A Heretic Cultivator who had just cast a spell to engulf Li Yang let out a vicious laugh.

He was also a Trial Taker, as well as an Evil Fiend wanted by the Dao Alliance. He had entered the secret realm by mingling with the rogue cultivators.

He hated Sword Cultivators most of all, and his greatest pleasure was laying traps to capture the Sword Alliance's Sword Envoys.

He had experience dealing with Sword Cultivators.

The handsome Heretic Cultivator kept grinning viciously, then turned his gaze toward the dozen or so Sword Cultivators fighting like trapped beasts and licked his lips:

"Once I kill you, I'll have collected a hundred Sword Cultivator heads. Then I'll pile them all outside the Sword Alliance. Just thinking about it makes me happy enough to die~" His handsome face twisted with sick pleasure.

Then he heard a squelch.

His right eye saw his own heart, while his left eye saw his right eye looking at his heart.

"Damn it! He's not dead, and he still dares to kill!" someone roared.

A barrage of attacks instantly surged toward him.

Li Yang drew back his sword, then immediately rode it up and shot straight toward the trapped Sword Cultivators.

"Heh... He's gone mad. He can barely save himself, yet he still dares to rescue others?"

Only one Demon Cultivator, whose true cultivation was in the Nascent Soul Realm, knitted his brows as unease surged through him.

He recalled a Sword Cultivator he had once encountered, a Golden Core disciple of the Xuanyuan Sword Sect traveling outside the sect to temper himself.

He, too, had been in the Golden Core Realm then, yet that man had dared to storm their gates alone. With cultivation at the peak of Golden Core and a Sword-Wielding Technique, he had slain the sect's two Nascent Soul ancestors.

Just now, this young Sword Cultivator had faced a swarm of enemies with higher cultivation, yet not only had he survived, he had killed more than a dozen of them.

With such heaven-defying strength, he must have mastered the Sword-Wielding Technique as well.

"Impossible. No matter how strong he is, he can't possibly fight one against..."

His words cut off. Watching Li Yang charge into the trapping formation, an ominous suspicion wrapped in terror made him tremble uncontrollably.

"Stop him, now! He's trying to enter that sword formation!"

Indeed.

With only first-level Foundation Establishment cultivation, no matter how strong Li Yang was, he could not stand against more than ten thousand Foundation Establishment cultivators. There was no shortage of prodigies among them, and some of the outstanding Trial Takers had originally been in the Nascent Soul Realm.

But what if Li Yang gained the sword formation's support?

The thought was unthinkable!

Yet no one listened to his warning.

They felt that once Li Yang entered the trapping formation, it would conveniently prevent him from using an escape talisman.

Every one of them hoped to kill Li Yang, a prodigy from the outside world, and randomly obtain his constitution or cultivation technique.

So they merely pursued him rather than doing everything they could to stop him from entering the sword formation.

Inside the sword formation, the Sword Cultivators kept coughing up blood. Faced with such dire straits, every one of them had begun to despair.

"You're Qin Feng of the Mystic Heaven Sword Sect?" Su Hen recognized Qin Feng's identity, but failed to recognize who Li Yang truly was.

"Give me the formation flag, or you'll all die!" Li Yang's voice carried an unquestionable decisiveness that made people instinctively believe him.

The leading Nascent Soul Sword Cultivator frowned.

Li Yang's identity as a member of the Mystic Heaven Sword Sect was not enough to make him hand over the formation flag and entrust his life to him.

"I am a disciple of the Xuanyuan Sword Sect. This token of the Sword Alliance can prove it." Li Yang transmitted his voice to them through divine sense.

The situation was too urgent. Speaking aloud was too slow.

The token he produced had been bestowed upon him after the Yongning Commandery incident by the Body Integration Expert of the Sword Alliance who had presided over the slaying of the two Demon Venerables.

He had told Li Yang to come find him with the token if he was still alive.

But too much had happened lately, and he had not had the time.

"Senior Zi Chen's token?" The Sword Cultivator recognized it. "What is your relationship with him?"

Li Yang snorted coldly:

"Shut up! This isn't the time for questions. If you don't want to die, hand over the formation flag, you fool!"

His tone was so forceful that the man could hardly believe he had no powerful backing.

He opened his hand, and a tiny sword appeared, resonating with the surrounding sword formation.

"Can we still fight our way out?" Even he could scarcely believe they could carve out a path to survival.

As far as the eye could see, Foundation Establishment cultivators of the Myriad Venom Dynasty blanketed everything.

The instant Li Yang took control of the Ten Directions Sword Formation, the entire formation was washed in scarlet.

The sharpness of the sword intent it radiated instantly rose several notches.

"Shing!"

A mighty sword cry resounded throughout the trapping formation.

The black-robed man controlling the formation abruptly paled:

"This is bad! Break that sword formation at once and kill every last one of those Sword Cultivators!"

But it was already too late.

Taking control of the sword formation, Li Yang immediately rose on his sword.

Rather than evading the attacks, he met them head-on.

"Counter them with talismans! The enemies on this side are weakest. This is our opening!" Li Yang transmitted to the others.

Hope rekindled in the dozen or so Sword Cultivators, and they pulled out sword talismans one after another, heedless of the expenditure.

"Boom!"

The sword talismans collided with the enemies' attacks. Taking advantage of the chaos, Li Yang led the sword formation straight through.

For only in this direction were the enemies' killing intent and will to fight weakest.

Sure enough, under Li Yang's fearless charge, dozens of cultivators were slain in an instant.

Then Li Yang darted and maneuvered within the trapping formation's limited confines, further squeezing the space in which his enemies could move. His kill count soon exceeded a hundred.

In Li Yang's hands, the formerly cumbersome sword formation seemed to come alive, unleashing power far beyond its inherent capabilities.

"What a profound Sword-Wielding Technique!" the former leader, the Nascent Soul Sword Cultivator, could not help exclaiming.

Su Hen studied Li Yang, feeling an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

Following behind Li Yang, the real Qin Feng naturally joined this life-and-death battle, his life hanging by a thread.

It was his first time experiencing Li Yang's terrifying combat strength so directly.

It was neither an overwhelming advantage in spiritual energy nor a crushing assault from some supreme divine ability.

It was precise control over the fight itself.

He could always draw his enemies into his own fighting rhythm and decide life or death in the shortest possible time.

And they were always the victors of each successive Life-and-Death Arena.

"What is going on with this man? Why did they become so terrifying once he joined the formation?!" a Demon Cultivator asked in bewilderment.

Just then.

The voice of the Myriad Venom Dynasty's Nascent Soul True Person came from high in the sky:

"Forget the trapping formation! Everyone, attack together! Annihilate them all, formation and all!"