Chapter 24: A Sea of Warriors, the Sword Formation Unleashed—Third Update
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At dusk, the crimson clouds blazed across the sky like fire.
Amid the wild hills, grass swirling and dust rising, several hundred soldiers radiating a green glow besieged a man in purple.
The man in purple was indeed formidable. Besides his swordplay, he wielded various spells, and even his footwork was exquisite—none of the shadowy beings could lay a hand on him.
One against hundreds!
A truly spectacular sight.
But Yang Dai was not a mere spectator; his mood was far from stirred—on the contrary, it grew ever gloomier.
Tian Buzhong, Bai Wei, and Cheng the Starved Ghost had intended to deploy the Heavenly Gang Great Luo Sword Formation, but before they could arrange themselves, the man in purple targeted them, severing their arms in quick succession.
The man in purple then turned and charged toward Yang Dai. Every shadowy being in his path was dispatched with a single blow. With his right hand wielding his sword and his left clutching the scabbard, he managed to make a single blade exude the power of two swords.
More and more shadowy beings were sliced in half, or lost arms, heads, and more—it was a one-sided massacre.
The man in purple secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Though these beings could not be killed, their combat prowess was so weak they posed no threat to him.
As long as he captured that youth, these ghost slaves would cease to be a problem!
Suddenly, he noticed Yang Dai raising the Fate-Light Sword, its blade erupting with force, his robes snapping in the wind, and a sword intent emanating from him that stirred a faint fear in the man in purple.
With the setting sun behind him, Yang Dai’s expression was hidden, but his stance was commanding. The blade of the Fate-Light Sword gleamed coldly, as if it could cleave heaven and earth in two.
“What is this sword intent...?”
The man in purple was shaken. For some reason, his own sword trembled inexplicably, and a powerful urge to defeat his opponent surged within him.
Heavenly Momentum Sword Technique!
Yang Dai prepared to unleash the power of the Wind, though the breeze here was slight.
As the man in purple was stunned by the sword intent of the Heavenly Momentum Sword Technique, behind him, Tian Buzhong and his two companions’ arms regenerated. They quickly raised their swords and pursued, beginning to unleash sword moves as they ran.
Form the array!
Tian Buzhong ran in the center, a full body length ahead of the other two. His sword thrust straight ahead, while Bai Wei and Cheng the Starved Ghost flanked him, their swords weaving intricate patterns, creating afterimages as the spiritual energy of heaven and earth gathered above them, swiftly taking form.
With so many shadowy beings pursuing him from behind and his focus fixed on Yang Dai, the man in purple failed to notice the danger closing in.
“This kid must’ve inherited something extraordinary. I want this sword technique for myself!”
His eyes reddened as he closed the distance to Yang Dai, ready to accelerate, when suddenly an overwhelming sensation made him whip his head around.
A massive surge of sword energy came barreling toward him—unstoppable. Within it, Tian Buzhong, Cheng the Starved Ghost, and Bai Wei charged like a gigantic white arc hugging the mountainside, sending shadowy beings flying in their wake.
“That’s...”
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Liu Junjie’s eyes lit up, his whole body trembling with excitement.
The Heavenly Gang Great Luo Sword Formation!
This formation possessed countless variations, changing with the number of participants, but its defining feature remained the same.
Ferocity!
When the man in purple turned, the formation was already upon him. He instinctively swung his sword in a slash of sword energy.
Unimaginably, the sword energy of a ninth-level spirit condensation cultivator was pitifully thin compared to that unleashed by three cultivators whose highest level was only the fourth.
The two forces collided; the man in purple’s sword energy dissipated instantly, leaving him so startled he tried to dodge. But as he leapt, the sword formation crashed brutally into his back.
Rumble—
Tian Buzhong and his companions surged forward with unstoppable momentum, carving a long, wide trench into the mountainside, dust billowing everywhere. Fortunately, Yang Dai and the shadowy beings dodged in time and weren’t caught in the charge.
In the wake of the onslaught, the man in purple was smashed by sword energy into the rocky hillside. Stones flew, cracks webbed through the rock, and blood splattered everywhere.
Tian Buzhong and the others halted, collapsing to their knees—the move had drained their spiritual power completely. Their own power wasn’t so great; they had drawn heavily on the spiritual energy of the heavens and earth.
It had to be said—the Heavenly Gang Great Luo Sword Formation was truly mighty!
No wonder it was recorded in the Nine Demon Divine Diagram.
Yang Dai’s blood surged with excitement, but he didn’t let his guard down and shouted, “Quick, finish him off! All shadowy beings, attack!”
The man in purple’s figure was shrouded in swirling dust. Yang Dai dared not assume he was dead, so he ordered his forces to press the attack, pretending their adversary still lived.
Overwhelm him with sheer numbers—never duel alone!
The Wolf General charged in first, followed by his wolf army, a formidable tide.
Suddenly!
The man in purple burst from the dust, a ghost slave clinging to his back—an old man’s upper body, soul bound to the man in purple, more than twice his size.
Caught off guard, the Wolf General was kicked flying.
Yang Dai was startled, but quickly relaxed.
The man in purple was covered in blood, his clothes in tatters, a sorry sight. Even with the ghost slave upon him, his movements had lost all former grace, and he staggered, on the verge of collapse.
“All shadowy beings, attack! Bury him under sheer numbers!”
Yang Dai shouted, sending even Ying Ji, Liu Junjie, Iron Ox, and the rest into the fray.
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Ying Ji, usually timid, became wild at the sight of his enemy’s imminent defeat, roaring as he charged.
Five hundred and six shadowy beings threw themselves forward, swarming the man in purple in a frenzy. Even when sliced in half, they quickly regenerated.
It seemed shadowy beings could only be truly destroyed by powerful spells that reduced them to nothing.
That meant the one who’d killed his two shadowy beings before must have been a Mind Spiral realm cultivator.
Yang Dai mused silently.
The shadowy beings’ spiritual power would run dry, but their stamina was limitless—souls know no fatigue. Again and again, they were beaten back, only to charge forward once more. When they realized they could feel no pain, they became utterly crazed.
The wolf army were all soldiers who’d died in battle; now they were unhinged, venting all their pent-up fury.
The man in purple’s steps grew steadily more erratic, staggering constantly, always on the verge of collapse. He began using talismans and various spells. Shadowy beings scorched by flame burrowed into the earth to suffocate the fire; those whose souls were raked by fierce winds would recover after a brief respite; those impaled by wooden spells simply snapped the branches and pulled them out as if nothing had happened.
Fearing the man in purple might have reinforcements, Yang Dai urged his ghost slaves to fight harder.
In less than three minutes, the man in purple lay in a pool of blood, the ghost slave on his back dissipating like smoke.
Struck down by the Heavenly Gang Great Luo Sword Formation, his ghost slave never had a chance to show its true strength. With no spiritual power left, it could only passively shield its master.
“Damn it... Why is this happening...”
His eyes bloodshot, the man in purple glared at Yang Dai in the distance, filled with shock and rage.
Yang Dai’s cultivation was but at the third level of spirit condensation—how could he command so many ghost slaves?
Tian Buzhong approached and brought his axe down in a brutal chop.
Crack—
Blood spurted!
The man in purple was decapitated on the spot.
Yang Dai let out a long breath. This was his first time going all out as the Lord of Ten Thousand Realms’ Shadows. Though the battle had been perilous, the outcome was entirely satisfactory.
“Check if he’s truly dead,” Yang Dai commanded.
He wanted to absorb the man’s soul!
A ninth-level spirit condensation cultivator—he could not let this opportunity pass. Even before he reached the first level, he could absorb those at the fourth; now that he was at the third, perhaps he could handle the ninth, though the pain would be far greater.