130: Chapter 130 Array Beasts!!

"Since you're looking for death, don't blame me!"

Killing intent flared in Yan Jue's eyes as he violently waved the Formation Flag in his hand.

Rumble!!

Above the Dueling Platform, the Spiritual Qi suddenly became turbulent.

Countless Formation patterns flew out from the flag's surface, intertwining in the air to form a complex Formation.

In the center of the Formation, a giant azure wolf condensed from spiritual power slowly took shape. Its eyes were crimson, its fangs exposed, and it emitted a ferocious aura.

"Formation Beast: Wind Wolf!" someone in the crowd exclaimed.

"Senior Brother Yan Jue is using a Formation Beast right from the start; he wants to end this quickly!"

"Senior Brother Ling Wuxiao is in danger! Formation Beasts are the signature technique of Zhenbao Peak. They can condense various beasts to attack with infinite variations. They are extremely difficult to deal with!"

Ling Wuxiao's expression remained unchanged; a hint of disdain even flashed in his eyes.

He formed a sword seal with his left hand. With a hum, the azure longsword on his back unsheathed itself and hovered three feet in front of him, its blade trembling as it let out a clear, ringing sword cry.

"A mere Formation Beast dares to act presumptuously before me?"

Ling Wuxiao sneered and pointed forward with his right hand. "Go!"

The azure longsword turned into a streak of light, shooting straight for the Wind Wolf's brow.

The Wind Wolf roared, opening its bloody maw to spit out an azure wind blade to meet the sword light.

Clang!

The sound of clashing metal rang out as the sword light and wind blade collided, erupting in a blinding light.

The airwaves spread in all directions, slamming into the protective shield and triggering ripples.

In the first round, they were evenly matched.

But Yan Jue's attack had only just begun.

He waved the Formation Flag repeatedly, and Formation patterns flew out one after another, merging into the Formation in the air.

"Formation Beast: Ironclad Rhino!"

"Formation Beast: Flame Lion!"

"Formation Beast: Ice Crystal Python!"

Three Formation Beasts formed simultaneously. Along with the previous azure Wind Wolf, the four beasts pounced toward Ling Wuxiao from four directions.

Each one possessed the strength of Golden Core Perfection. Moreover, they had different attributes and coordinated perfectly, cutting off all of Ling Wuxiao's paths of retreat.

The sound of people gasping for air echoed from outside the platform.

An onslaught from four Golden Core Perfection Formation Beasts—this display was simply terrifying.

Rumble!

Yan Jue pushed the Formation with all his might.

The four beasts attacked even more fiercely. The Ironclad Rhino's charge made the ground shake; the Flame Lion's breath distorted the air with heat; the Ice Crystal Python brought a bone-chilling cold as it slithered; and the Wind Wolf turned into an afterimage, attacking from tricky angles.

"A bit interesting! It seems you, Yan Jue, aren't completely useless!"

A hint of excitement flashed in Ling Wuxiao's eyes.

Yes, just like this! Only an opponent like this was worthy of him going all out!

Despite his arrogance, Ling Wuxiao possessed extremely rich combat experience!

Because of his conceited nature, he had no friends in the Sect, let alone in the outside world.

Over the years, he had performed hundreds of Sect missions alone.

He had killed hundreds of Golden Core Demonic Cultivators.

The battles he had experienced and the enemies he had killed were not something an ordinary Sect Disciple could compare to!

Precisely because he was a seasoned veteran, he knew his own weaknesses well.

Although his attack power was strong, his defense was relatively thin, making him unsuitable for tanking a multi-person siege.

Thus, he immediately changed his fighting style.

"Wind Shadow Step!"

Ling Wuxiao gave a low shout, and his figure suddenly blurred.

The next moment, he appeared at the Ironclad Rhino's side and stabbed his sword into its eye.

Ling Wuxiao retreated immediately after the strike, not lingering for a moment.

His figure was like the wind, weaving through the siege of the four Formation Beasts. His speed grew faster and faster until he turned into an azure hurricane, making it impossible to tell where his true body was.

"Such incredible speed!"

"This... what kind of speed is this? I can't see him at all!"

Exclamations of wonder rang out from the sidelines.

Even some Golden Core Deacons secretly marveled at such extreme speed.

They asked themselves: if they faced such speed, they would probably only be able to defend passively.

Chu Feng stood by the stage, projecting himself into the battle, trying to use his vision to lock onto Ling Wuxiao's position and simulate how to land a heavy blow on him.

His Divine Sense was extremely sharp ever since he began to Cultivate the Tianji Scripture.

His perception of spiritual fluctuations and life auras far exceeded those of the same rank.

At this moment, he operated his Divine Sense to its limit, struggling to capture every one of Ling Wuxiao's movements.

However, Ling Wuxiao's speed was simply too fast; his figure was like a ghost weaving around Yan Jue, nearly impossible to lock onto.

Chu Feng could only see an azure afterimage flickering left and right, up and down, occasionally appearing behind a beast for a sneak attack, and at other times closing in on Yan Jue himself, forcing Yan Jue to divide his attention to defend.

"Ling Wuxiao's speed is actually this terrifying!" Chu Feng was secretly shocked.

He believed his own speed was not inferior to an average Golden Core Cultivator.

He had already Cultivated the Profound Rank technique Shadow Clone Technique to the Realm of Perfection.

Combined with the top-grade Magical Artifact he refined, the Gale Boots, his speed over short distances was comparable to the Middle Stage of the Golden Core when going all out.

But compared to the Ling Wuxiao before him, they were on completely different dimensions!

As expected of a Heaven-Grade True Disciple.

The Cultivators of Zhenbao Peak looked on as Yan Jue was surrounded by Ling Wuxiao and unable to counterattack; their faces were very unsightly.

Wu Chen, in particular, had a face as dark as water!

To compete for the position of Saint, one not only needed strong personal strength but also a powerful faction under their command.

As his right-hand man, Yan Jue's strength had always been recognized by him. Yan Jue handled most of the dirty work, and Wu Chen was usually quite satisfied with him.

But now?

Yan Jue was actually being completely suppressed by Ling Wuxiao!

Although on the surface it looked like four Formation Beasts were besieging Ling Wuxiao, any discerning person could see that Ling Wuxiao was handling it with ease.

Meanwhile, Yan Jue appeared stretched thin; every attack from the beasts would miss, yet the consumption of energy was very real.

"Useless!" Wu Chen cursed inwardly, a look of disappointment flashing in his eyes.

On the Dueling Platform, Yan Jue's face grew uglier and uglier.

Although his magic power was vast, Ling Wuxiao's speed made it impossible for him to land an effective attack.

The four beasts were fierce, but it was all for naught if they couldn't hit the enemy.

Furthermore, maintaining the beast Formation consumed a massive amount of energy. If this continued, he would eventually be drained dry.

"Ling Wuxiao, do you only know how to hide? Have the guts to fight me head-on!" Yan Jue roared, a hint of anxiety leaking into his voice.

At this point, he had no choice but to use a provocation tactic!

Perhaps a madman like Ling Wuxiao couldn't handle being provoked and would impulsively risk his life against him?

As long as Ling Wuxiao dared to stop and clash head-on, Yan Jue was confident he could use the Formation to trap and kill him!

But in the next instant, Yan Jue's heart sank.

Ling Wuxiao didn't fall for it at all!

"Hahaha!"

Ling Wuxiao's laughter came from all directions, filled with mockery. "Yan Jue, you are the second True Disciple of Zhenbao Peak, and this is all you've got? You can't even touch the corner of my clothes, yet you dare to talk big? Do you think I'm as stupid as you?"

"Damn it! This madman actually becomes shrewd when he fights!" Hearing this, Yan Jue's rage flared even brighter.

He knew he couldn't drag this out any longer.

Ling Wuxiao's speed advantage was too obvious; if the attrition continued, the one to lose would definitely be himself.

Gritting his teeth, Yan Jue made a decision.

He suddenly spat out a mouthful of essence blood, which instantly turned into a bloody light and merged into the Formation Flag.

The flag trembled violently, and the patterns on its surface seemed to come alive, emitting an eerie red glow.

"Blood Sacrifice Treasure Artifact! Yan Jue is going all out!" someone in the crowd cried out.

"Heavens! Yan Jue has been pushed so hard that he's willing to sacrifice his essence blood to boost the power of the Formation Flag!!"

"It seems he really has been backed into a corner by Ling Wuxiao!"

Chu Feng's brow furrowed as he thought: These two are clashing, and they've already reached the life-and-death stage so quickly! It seems Ling Wuxiao's strength is even greater than I imagined.

Sure enough, after the blood sacrifice, the power of Yan Jue's Formation Flag skyrocketed.

The Formation in the air suddenly doubled in size.

New Formation Beasts began to condense in the center of the array.

One, two, three... in just three breaths' time, six more beasts appeared!

Including the previous four, a total of ten Golden Core-level Formation Beasts surrounded Ling Wuxiao!

With ten beasts out at once, the true power of the beast Formation finally revealed itself!

The crowd outside erupted in an uproar.

Ten Golden Core Perfection Formation Beasts—this display was simply unheard of.

Even veteran Golden Core Perfection Cultivators would feel their scalps tingle when facing such a siege.

"Ling Wuxiao is finished!" someone asserted.

"Senior Brother Yan Jue is mighty! Zhenbao Peak is invincible!" The Disciples of Zhenbao Peak began to cheer.

Wu Chen's expression also softened slightly.

This was more like it; at least Yan Jue hadn't completely lost face for him.

But.

Facing ten ferocious Formation Beasts, Ling Wuxiao said disdainfully, "Just this? A trivial trick! How dare you show off your meager skills before a master?"

Before his voice had even faded, his figure suddenly stopped, hovering in mid-air.

He held his longsword upright, the tip pointing toward the heavens.

A terrifying Sword Intent erupted from his body!

That Sword Intent was sharp, overbearing, and looked down upon all things, as if it wanted to cleave the firmament and tear the earth asunder!

"Heavenly Sword Art: Ten Thousand Swords Return to One!"

Ling Wuxiao gave a low shout; his voice wasn't loud, yet it echoed throughout the entire dueling grounds.

The azure longsword in his hand suddenly split—one into ten, ten into a hundred, a hundred into a thousand... in the blink of an eye, the sky was filled with sword shadows!

Thousands of sword lights filled the sky, each one emitting a sharp Sword Qi, enveloping all ten Formation Beasts!

"Go!"

Ling Wuxiao changed his sword seal, and the sky full of sword light poured down like a torrential rain!

"Roar!!!"

The ten Formation Beasts roared as they met the attack.

Wind blades, flames, ice spikes, charges... various attacks intertwined into a massive web, attempting to block the sword rain.

But the sword rain was too dense, too fast, and too sharp!

Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff!...

The sound of blades entering flesh was continuous.

The sword lights pierced through the bodies of the beasts, bringing forth large sprays of spiritual power fragments.

Those beasts struggled and howled in the sword rain, but they couldn't stop their bodies from being torn apart bit by bit.

Three breaths!

In just three breaths' time!

All ten Formation Beasts turned into a sky full of light specks and dissipated.

And the sword rain's momentum didn't slow, shooting straight for Yan Jue!

Yan Jue's face was deathly pale as he frantically waved the Formation Flag, laying down layer after layer of defensive Formations in front of him.

Golden Light Formation, Earthen Wall Formation, Water Curtain Formation... in just one breath, he laid down seven layers of Formations!

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!!!

The sword rain slammed into the Formations, erupting in a continuous series of thunderous explosions.

Layer after layer of Formations were torn apart, pierced through, and destroyed!

When the seventh layer shattered, the sword rain was finally exhausted.

But there were still three final sword lights that pierced through all defenses, shooting straight for Yan Jue's chest!

"No!" Despair flashed in Yan Jue's eyes. He wanted to dodge, but it was already too late.

Puff! Puff! Puff!

Three sword lights pierced through his chest, leaving three blood holes the size of bowls.

Boom!

Yan Jue spat out a large mouthful of blood, his body flying backward like a broken kite, slamming heavily onto the edge of the Dueling Platform. His aura withered to the extreme.

The three blood holes in his chest were transparent from front to back; one could see the shattered internal organs and broken ribs inside.

Blood gushed out like a fountain, quickly staining the ground beneath him red.