I saved the entire sect by playing idly by letting things fall apart.

Damn it, how dare they play him for fools.

Overwhelmed with fear and lingering dread, the boy collapsed to the ground, sobbing uncontrollably: "Which sect are you from? I'm going to report you, report you!!"

Ye Qiao: "..."

Faced with his complaints, she shrugged and said with a grin, "Then you can report me." Anyway, she didn't plan to leave the secret realm for the time being, so his report wouldn't make a difference.

The boy wiped away his tears, but quickly calmed down. After all, he wasn't a crybaby, and it would be too much for him to cry at this point.

After calming down, he thought about it carefully and concluded that Ye Qiao must have a good ability to escape, or rather, a good ability to play tricks. Otherwise, it would be quite funny if those demon kings kept shouting "Long live the emperor!" Did they lose their minds? Recognizing a cultivator as their demon emperor.

It's a joke that if word gets out, someone with high or low cultivation level could be among the top ten in the cultivation world.

"What are you doing, throwing your sword in mid-air?" He pursed his lips, having never seen such a magical feat before.

Ye Qiao: "Look at these two swords, don't they look like an array?"

"……"ill.

"A sword formation?" Seeing that she wasn't joking, he hesitated for a moment, having done some research on the matter. "You want to set up a sword formation? What about your other fellow sword cultivators? Those two pretty powerful sword cultivators are your fellow disciples, right? If we're going to form a sword formation, let's hurry and gather them."

After saying that, he was extremely anxious.

It seemed as if he couldn't wait to run off and find Qin Huai.

Ye Qiao didn't move: "It's too late to go find them now, isn't it?"

Now all the demon kings have mobilized, eagerly preparing to play a cat-and-mouse game, or rather, a competition. If they were to go and join Qin Huai and the others, by then the cultivators of the entire secret realm would probably have been wiped out by the demon kings.

He had to calm down. "The sword formation has three swords at its core."

"If I remember correctly, three rounds can form a formation."

"I have a sword. The problem is I don't know how to perform sword formations." He broke down again. Sword formations require one sword per person, how are they supposed to play with just the two of them?

I might as well just die.

Living is too torturous.

The boy suddenly grabbed his hair, staring at the demonic aura rising from the horizon, and took deep breaths.

Ye Qiao hadn't expected such a strong reaction from him, and she couldn't help but laugh: "If you want to die lying down, can you give me the good stuff in your storage pouch? My sect is quite poor."

"Are you from the Changming Sect?"

Ye Qiao: "A brilliant detective!"

"...No, it's just that your sect's characteristics are more distinct than those of other sects." He forced a smile, his words sounding strained.

Ye Qiao ignored him and pulled out Shadow, Startling Glimpse, and Frost one by one from her domain. "Have you seen enough of them?"

A fleeting glimpse, a frost-covered fairy—four of them came from the Sword Inquiry Sect, and the other was hers, the Unseen Lord.

Five spirit swords are enough to form a sword formation.

"..." His listless expression faltered slightly; that was far too much.

While he was shocked that she had five sword spirits, he was also wondering if the Sword Cave of the Sword Sect had been robbed.

"That's fine then." Ye Qiao bit her pen, the talisman swirling, five spirit swords hovering in her palm, then she flicked it upwards with lightning speed: "It's just a sword formation. Nobody says it has to be five people to form one, right? One person can set it up too."

He was numb.

It's possible, but why has the sword formation throughout history required five people? Because it's already a miracle if one person can tame a single spirit sword, who the hell can control five swords by themselves and still easily form a formation?

Why are these swords in one person's hands?

Ye Qiao's group moved quickly. She tossed the ice-blue sword upwards, and the Frost Sword Spirit, a little girl with blue eyes and white hair, hovered above the sword, scattering frost all over the ground.

Under her guidance, the five sword spirits quickly formed a sword formation and spiraled upwards.

A sword formation guided by a sword spirit.

The talismans in their hands formed a large shielding array, safely enveloping the two of them and preventing the demon kings from discovering that something was amiss.

……

Without a doubt, this was an unprecedented battle in the secret realm. Behind them were screams of panic and the joyful roars of monsters, all mixed together with the smell of blood and damp earth, making them feel nauseous.

Si Miaoyan kept calling everyone to the edge of the secret realm.

She played her flute and led most of the monks to run in one direction.

"hurry up."

The sword cultivators stayed behind to cover the rear, while Qin Huai had the sword spirit of the Qingfeng Sword lead the way. The wind propelled countless people forward, and once they were caught by the demonic beasts, those who were slow to run would only face certain death.

They didn't even dare to look back at what would happen to those who fell to the back; they gritted their teeth and ran forward desperately.

One of the male cultivators had his head bitten off on the spot because he was too slow.

The scene was too bloody. Qin Huai's swift chop to sever the demon king's head was too slow. To his surprise, even though he had severed the demon king's head with a single sword strike, the demon king seemed unaffected. With a quick turn of his head, the headless demon king grabbed him tightly and slammed him to the ground.

The demon king slapped down hard.

Warm blood splattered into his eyes, turning them bloodshot. His magical artifacts withstood the potentially fatal attack, but his skull was still easily shattered.

He spat out a mouthful of blood.

He wondered in a daze, would anyone be able to get out alive?

What exactly does Ye Qiao want to do?

what……

No, he looked up wearily; she had already done her best.

If she hadn't arranged this game, perhaps none of the cultivators would have even had a chance to run.

But I'm still so unwilling to accept it.

Qin Huai was taught by his elders from a young age that a swordsman wields a sword to protect the safety of those behind him.

But in the end, after leaving the sect, he vaguely realized that without sufficient strength, he could not protect anyone.

In that instant, Ji Huan looked at the demon king who was excitedly about to bite off his head. He gripped his sword, ready to fight back, when suddenly, the demon king, who was about to bite, was struck by a bolt of lightning.

A loud "bang" exploded in his ear, and the demon king was instantly electrocuted and turned into a mudfish, shaking wildly.

Qin Huai was slightly stunned. Learning from his previous carelessness, he calmly cleaved its body in two with a single sword strike, cutting it into several pieces.

After making sure the demon king was completely killed, he looked at the charred ground covered in lightning, crushed the pill, and couldn't understand it.

Where did the lightning come from?

He wasn't afraid of lightning, after all, the lightning he had been struck by was much more severe than this, but the demon kings were extremely terrified, otherwise they wouldn't have found an opportunity to fight back.

In a flash, Qin Huai suddenly remembered Ye Qiao saying that she had a sword technique. He thought that the sword technique she was referring to was the one-hit kill move when the Shadow Sword was used.

He suddenly stopped in his tracks and instinctively looked back.

Suddenly, five spirit swords appeared, suspended high in the air! The figures of the sword spirits were indistinct and mysterious.

Is this the sword technique she was talking about?

Aside from the demonic beasts, in the secret realm where everyone was at the Golden Core stage, all area-of-effect sword techniques were unusable. However, they subconsciously overlooked the fact that there was still one area-of-effect sword technique.

Sword formation.

The effect of five people forming a team is the most ferocious.

The strength of a sword formation depends on the person using it.

The problem is, even if she, a Golden Core cultivator, can form a sword formation by herself, what kind of trouble can she cause?

Qin Huai was also thinking about this problem.

Perhaps Ye Qiao had thought of that as well.

So she simply threw the swords up herself, letting the sword spirits emerge from the swords and form their own formation.

She's not strong, but her sword spirit is awesome.

The Demon Lord's sword, the Flying Immortal Sword, ranked number one on the Spirit Sword List, either one of them is incredibly powerful and lightning-fast.

……

He wasn't the only one who thought of the sword formation; others also came up with this sword technique.

"Holy crap, yeah, a sword technique that attacks multiple targets at once."

Isn't this just a group attack? Five people in formation, countless sword shadows. The sword formation used by the Sword Inquiry Sect back then had given them quite a shock.

"Which sect's sword formation is this?" Some cultivators didn't understand its meaning.

Can a formation really go to heaven?

"Changming Sect!" Mingxuan whistled excitedly, "From our sect! See that? It's my junior sister!"

"Whose sword is leading the charge...?"

In their understanding, a sword formation should consist of five people and five different swords.

Fang Zhiyao tilted her head, slowed her pace, and raised her eyebrows: "Those are Ye Qiao's spirit swords."

Tens of thousands of swords soared into the sky, forming a sword formation with five intersecting sword styles and a golden barrier. The momentum was immense, and the world beneath the sword formation turned into nothingness.

At this moment, all five sword spirits appeared.

The air is filled with the forms of various sword spirits. Looking up, the colorful sword spirits intertwine, giving people an inexplicable sense of oppression and fear.

It looked like some kind of astonishing sacrificial ritual was being performed.

A touch of frost froze everything in its path, freezing all the monsters in place. The demon kings, who were about to pounce and bite, were unable to move an inch.

The Frost Sword can deal with Nascent Soul stage cultivators, since Ye Qiao's cultivation level is also at the Nascent Soul stage.

It can't deal with a Void Refinement cultivator, but that's okay.

The only powerful demon at the Void Refinement stage is firmly controlled by the Dark Book.

Everything within the secret realm was under her control.

In mid-air, lightning crackled and surged, striking the encircling horde of demonic beasts. Weaker demonic beasts were instantly obliterated.

The boy who had been with Ye Qiao kept shrinking back, almost screaming out loud.

So brutal, so terrifying.

Bright sword light enveloped the secret realm, amplifying the spiritual energy that had dissipated from all the cultivators. They stared blankly at the spiritual energy automatically replenishing in their dantian, and then they had the courage to turn around and keep running.

Wherever the white sword energy passed, it was like a gentle blessing.

I did not see your cold smile.

He plunged into the horde, and countless monster heads were neatly severed the moment the boy disappeared into them.

Centered on the sword spirit, it was an absolutely astonishing large-scale sword formation.

The scene was set on fire.

That's outrageous!

Ye Qiao whistled a melodious tune.

"A Glimpse"

"What???" Lueying hovered in mid-air, looking lazy. He didn't want to kill with Bujianjun anymore. He didn't kill at all, nor was he good at killing. He was just a weak and handsome man.

"Kill him." Ye Qiao's eyes turned cold. A demon king nearby seemed to have noticed the situation, and its eyes darted around.

Upon realizing that Ye Qiao was a cultivator, the Demon King's expression changed drastically, and he rushed off to report to the Demon Clan's main camp.

As soon as she finished speaking, the purple sword spirit appeared swiftly. In the blink of an eye, the demon king turned his head, blood gushed out wildly, and with a swift stroke, he killed him.

"Done."

He truly deserves to be called the fastest man in Blade & Soul.

The boy: "..." Damn, there's a cheat code.