Daqin Zhentiansi

Xuan Tie Sword Sect.

A medium-sized sect renowned for its defensive sword formations and forging of Xuan Tie heavy swords, its mountain gate is built against the mountain, resembling a giant sword. Its mountain-protecting formation, the "Ten Thousand Swords Returning to Origin Formation," is said to be as solid as a rock.

The massive bronze warship cast an instant shadow over the sunlit Juque Mountain, as if the end of the world had arrived.

The massive ballistae on the bow of the ship turned silently, and a deep purple glow rapidly converged.

"Zzz—BOOM!!!"

A beam of annihilating light tore through the sky and crashed violently into the enormous light shield formed by the "Ten Thousand Swords Returning to Origin Array," which was interwoven with countless phantom images of black iron sword energy.

There was no earth-shattering explosion, only a sickening, corrosive "sizzling" sound as if space was being forcibly annihilated.

The supposedly impregnable light shield distorted violently, and the area that was hit instantly became thin and transparent. The illusory image of the Xuan Tie sword energy emitted a mournful, sharp sound as it shattered inch by inch!

Several key towers supporting the formation exploded with a deafening roar, sending debris and fragments of flesh and blood of the disciples who set up the formation flying everywhere.

The protective mountain formation collapsed like a burst bubble, revealing the terrified and desperate faces of the Sword Sect disciples behind it.

The massive gate at the bottom of the ferry suddenly burst open.

"kill--!"

Yu Wanjun took the lead and roared like a thunderclap.

Like a black torrent of steel, the Qin warriors, clad in black armor and their murderous aura condensed into a visible blood mist, formed an indestructible cone-shaped battle formation and surged down along the light trails extending from the bridge!
Their target was exceptionally clear: the Supreme Elder of the Sword Sect, Tie Xuan Zhenren, who was standing at the broken core of the formation, attempting to reassemble a portion of the sword formation's power, his hair and beard bristling as he roared in fury!
This sword cultivator at the Tongyou Realm is the strongest pillar and spiritual symbol of the entire Sword Sect at this moment.

The large awl slammed into the chaotic core of the sword gate!

Countless disciples unleashed flying swords, concentrated sword energy, and activated one-time attack magic weapons, raining down on the charging army like a storm.

"Stand up your shield! Guard!"

The resounding shouts, as synchronized as war drums, echoed across the battlefield.

The shield bearers at the forefront of the charge slammed their massive, door-like black shields into the ground!
"Om-!"

The blood and qi of 50,000 soldiers resonated and roared!

A towering, imposing phantom of a massive mountain, burning with crimson flames and seemingly forged from ancient rocks, instantly rose from the ground, with the General Formation firmly protecting it.

"Puff puff puff puff..."

The countless immortal sword energies and magical artifacts crashed into the crimson mountain shadow, only to be annihilated like mud oxen entering the sea, producing a dense, annihilating sound like water splashing on a branding iron!

The rich spiritual energy was so fragile in the face of the extremely yang and powerful aura of blood and qi, which was imbued with the iron will of countless warriors.

The protective aura melted away as quickly as ice and snow under the scorching sun.

The backlash caused many Sword Sect disciples, who were desperately channeling their magic power, to scream and cough up blood as they staggered backward, their bones and tendons broken.

The core elders who were protecting Master Tie Xuan attempted to join forces to break through the military formation.

"boom--"

The force of the mountain phantom's rebound directly shattered the protective aura of these Grandmaster-level elders.

Whether it was Longxiang or Dongxuan, they all coughed up blood, their tendons and bones broken, and were swept into the torrent. In an instant, they were trampled by countless iron boots and turned into minced meat!

"Villain—" Master Tie Xuan's eyes were bloodshot, and he forcibly activated his natal flying sword despite his injuries.

A heavy black sword, wreathed in rusty, malevolent energy, was attempting a final desperate gamble.

"break!"

Ye Qingfeng moved like a ghost, stepping out from the gap in the army formation!
He did not attack alone, but rather gathered the immense energy and spirit of a team of elite soldiers behind him!

The heavy black iron sword in his hand, almost as tall as him, was no longer a weapon, but a destructive torrent carrying boundless malevolent energy!
“Dang—Crack!!!”

There were no flashy moves, only pure, overwhelming power!
Tie Xuan Zhenren's natal flying sword was cleaved in two by this sword that condensed the killing aura of the Great Qin army!

The moment the sword shattered and the spiritual light exploded, Ye Qingfeng's heavy sword still had undiminished momentum, carrying a violent force that could tear through space, and slashed fiercely at the protective aura that Tie Xuan Zhenren had barely managed to condense!

"Pfft——!"

This sword cultivator elder, who was at the peak of the Tongyou Realm, was like a tattered sack filled with flesh and blood. Amidst the desperate screams of countless Xuan Tie Sword Sect disciples, he was cleaved in two from head to toe by terrifying force!

The mangled body and the shattered primordial spirit were mercilessly crushed by the surging tide of the army that followed!

With the decapitation strike successful, the Qin army's formation is now unimpeded!
"Crossbow formation! Fire!"

The buzzing starts again!
The overwhelming barrage of specially made "Qi-breaking arrows" was like a swarm of locusts from the Grim Reaper, covering the Sword Sect disciples who had lost their leader and were gripped by panic.

The protective aura was pierced through like paper, and in an instant, flesh and blood flew everywhere, and cries of agony filled the air.

"Push forward!"

The impenetrable wall of swordsmen and shieldmen advanced relentlessly, crushing and sending any who tried to stop them flying.

Then came the heavy halberd warriors, wielding heavy battle halberds like battering rams. They relentlessly pierced through the scattered resistance formations, each swing of their halberds tearing off limbs and pinning the desperate disciples to the cold mountain rocks.

A young disciple of the Sword Sect, with tears in his eyes, shouted, "Protect my sect!" He thrust his spirit sword at a shield bearer, but was cleaved in two by the opponent's counter-attack, sword and all.

In front of the Scripture Pavilion, a group of disciples formed a shield formation to defend the last inheritance. After being held back by the shield formation, a volley of heavy crossbow bolts blasted them and the huge stone pillar in front of the gate into the air!
The cave where the treasure vault was located was forcibly blasted open. The few elders who remained inside attempted to detonate some of the treasures and perish together with the victims, but they were pierced through the forehead by an incredibly accurate piercing arrow, and the explosion was nipped in the bud.

The entire summit of Mount Juque has been transformed into a hellish inferno.

The ethereal and otherworldly aura was completely gone, replaced only by the pervasive scent of iron and blood. The once magnificent palaces and pavilions collapsed and crumbled under the impact of the malevolent energy and physical force, leaving behind only severed limbs and thick blood.

When the last remaining Sword Sect disciple, an old alchemist with white hair and beard, was blasted into dust along with his alchemy furnace by Pei Lie's Meteor Sword Qi, the battle cries abruptly ceased.

Before the stench of blood had even dissipated, Yin Jiuyou's shadow guards appeared in the heart of the battlefield like maggots clinging to bones.

Several fragments of the three-eyed demon's internal organs, dripping with fluorescent blue viscous fluid and emitting a pungent, fishy stench, were "casually" tossed in the center of the collapsed sect leader's hall ruins.

Yin Jiuyou himself quietly appeared above the "Millennium Black Iron Sword Pool," which symbolizes the core of the Sword Sect's forging heritage.

He extended his withered finger and gently touched the massive boulder, formed from molten iron and shaped like a sword, in mid-air.

"Buzz!"

Space seemed to be distorted and vibrated by invisible ripples! A cold and domineering force of vibration was instantly transmitted!
"Crack!"

"Boom!"

The massive, rock-solid Xuan Tie Sword Pool, along with the dozens of giant pillars supporting the main hall, seemed to be struck from the inside by an invisible giant hammer. Instantly, it was covered with spiderweb-like cracks, and then it shattered and collapsed from the inside out!
This is a terrifying implosion effect mimicking the "Three-Eyed Demon's Shockwave." (End of Chapter)