Chapter 610: You, However, Are Not Much

The Women couldn’t help but laugh upon hearing Wu Xingyun’s words, yet the offensive in their hands didn’t stop for a moment. This was their first battle since arriving here, and every one of them was high-spirited.

Li Hanyi’s sword stance grew increasingly fierce; the petals of “Moonlit Evening, Blooming Flowers” fell like a torrential rain. The scales on the Qiong Qi’s body were sliced away piece by piece, causing it to let out roars of pain.

Dongfang Bai lightly raised her fair hand, and the Void Needles shot toward the Bi Fang Bird’s wings like shooting stars chasing the moon. Each needle contained chilling spiritual power; where the tips touched, the flames originally gathered on the wings instantly dimmed.

The Bi Fang Bird shrieked in pain, the amplitude of its wingbeats suddenly increasing as it tried to shake off this invisible threat.

Dongfang Bai’s gaze sharpened, her fingertips shifting through hand seals. The Void Needles seemed to have eyes, tracing eerie arcs in the air to bypass the Bi Fang Bird’s evasion and once again accurately piercing the weak points of its wing joints, continuously eroding the Bi Fang Bird’s demonic power.

Yun Yun held her longsword, her figure as elegant as an immortal’s. Sword light coiled around the Mountain-Piercing Rhino like flowing water, rendering its massive body immobile and leaving it to struggle in vain.

Every person gave their all against the Yao Beasts, holding nothing back.

Across the entire battlefield, Sword Qi crisscrossed and Spells flashed. The roars of various Yao Beasts intertwined with the shouts of the Cultivators, composing a breathtaking tableau of battle.

A faint smile always hung on Yu Xian’s lips. Whether it was the Disciples of the Qingyun Sect, the children like Yu Chenning, or The Women, not one was cowardly, and not one retreated. They were even more ferocious than the people from Tianyin Temple and Fenxiang Valley.

Everyone was killing to their heart’s content, but human strength has its limits. After all, there were too many Yao Beasts—they were endless—while human spiritual power was finite.

After some time, even the Fire Kirin, the Divine Eagle, and the Purple Crystal Winged Lion King began to show signs of fatigue, let alone the children. If Ning Zhongze and the others hadn’t been protecting them from the side, the children would have already collapsed from exhaustion.

Seeing that some Qingyun Sect Disciples had still sacrificed their lives, and even more from Tianyin Temple and Fenxiang Valley, Yu Xian stopped watching. Instead, he directly manifested the Zhu Xian Sword above Luo Shen Pass and laid out the Zhu Xian Sword Formation.

The immortal sword, containing supreme power, hovered in mid-air, with a heart-palpitating murderous aura flowing across its blade.

As Yu Xian’s hand seals changed, the Zhu Xian Sword Formation slowly began to operate, and a world-destroying pressure instantly enveloped the entire battlefield. Within the formation, Sword Qi crisscrossed, transforming into countless fierce and peerless sword lights that swept toward the horde of Yao Beasts below like the Chaos Qi at the dawn of creation.

Whether they were low-rank or high-rank Yao Beasts, they all appeared minuscule before the Zhu Xian Sword Formation. Wherever the sword light passed, the Yao Beasts were ground into powder, leaving them without even a margin for resistance.

The entire battlefield seemed to transform into a massive Asura field, with only the light of the Zhu Xian Sword Formation flashing continuously, declaring itself the absolute Dominator of this battle.

The Yao Kings were slaughtered one by one, and high-rank Yao Beasts became the primary targets for elimination. With the demise of these creatures, the low-rank Yao Beasts lost the leadership of their Yao Kings and instantly fell into chaos, rushing about like headless flies, only to meet an accelerated end under the Sword Qi of the Zhu Xian Sword Formation.

The roars on the battlefield gradually thinned out, replaced by the dull sound of blades cutting through flesh and the heavy thuds of Yao Beast carcasses falling.

The Cultivators of Fenxiang Valley and Tianyin Temple had long since ceased their attacks, staring blankly at the sword formation in the sky that exuded supreme majesty, their faces filled with shock and fear.

They finally understood that the true foundation of the Qingyun Sect was far more than the killing formations and Divine Beasts they had seen before; this Zhu Xian Sword Formation was the terrifying power capable of overturning the world’s status quo.

Yu Xian stood at the center of the sword formation, his expression indifferent as if he had merely brushed away some dust. The mountain-like piles of Yao Beast corpses below were the traces left by this cleanup.

Eventually, the low-rank Yao Beasts surging from behind, lacking the leadership of high-rank ones, became bewildered. Sensing a massive threat ahead, they hesitated before fleeing in all directions. The offensive of the beast tide finally collapsed under the absolute power of the Zhu Xian Sword Formation.

However, not long after the beast tide had retreated and before everyone could catch their breath, they felt the scattered Yao Beasts seemingly receive a command once again, regrouping and surging toward Luo Shen Pass once more.

This time, they were no longer charging in a disorganized manner but had faintly formed a strange formation, as if an invisible force was directing them.

Even more alarming, a dense black mist began to spread across the distant horizon, carrying an aura of destruction within it.

The corners of Yu Xian’s mouth curled slightly. “Has it finally come?”

He had set up the Zhu Xian Sword Formation here, so the Yao Beasts could not step into the Central Plains. Moreover, the Yao Kings and various ancient Yao Beasts had already been slaughtered, so the beast tide no longer posed a threat. At this point, if the Beast God didn’t come out, he would probably have to go home and cry under his blankets.

Within the churning black mist, a figure could be vaguely seen. The Demonic Qi radiating from his body had almost solidified, pressing down until the air itself seemed to freeze.

It was a youth about twenty years old, with a face as fair as jade but tinged with a touch of demonic enchantment. His brows were slanted like ink strokes, and his pupils were a deep, inseparable crimson. In the movement of his gaze, there was both the handsomeness of a youth and the hidden indifference of one who looks down upon all living beings.

He wore a bright red flowing cloud brocade robe; when the hem fell, it looked like a smoldering fire. The corners of the robe were embroidered with ancient patterns of the Southern Border Shaman Tribe, which trembled slightly with his movements, yet he possessed not a hint of worldly aura.

His skin was translucent white, surpassing jade, but on the side of his neck was a faint golden pattern, likely a mark condensed from baleful aura.

His figure was tall and slender, his steps slow and light. With every step he took, a very faint black-red baleful aura would spread through the surrounding air. Plants withered upon contact with it—a pressure radiating from his body that originated from the world’s baleful aura.

The youth looked indifferently at the battlefield below. Finally, his gaze settled on Yu Xian, meeting Yu Xian’s playful look, and he couldn’t help but feel a surge of interest.

Yu Xian had retracted the sword formation after the beast tide scattered, but he was still standing above Luo Shen Pass. He was actually quite looking forward to the appearance of the youth—the Beast God.

“You are quite good!” The Beast God discovered that the pressure he exerted upon appearing had a clear suppressive effect on the people of the Righteous Path on the battlefield below. Many Cultivators with lower cultivation levels couldn’t even stop themselves from trembling, and their spiritual power circulation became sluggish.

Only Yu Xian remained composed, hovering in mid-air with that faint smile on his face not diminishing in the slightest, as if this pressure—enough to suffocate an ordinary Shangqing Realm Cultivator—was nothing more than a gentle breeze to him.

This posture of being completely unaffected made the interest in the Beast God’s eyes grow even stronger. He could feel a profound power hidden within Yu Xian, an aura that faintly resonated with the Laws of heaven and earth, something a common Cultivator could never possess.

“You, however, are not much,” Yu Xian said with a faint smile