Chapter 372
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Chapter 372: Counterattack in Desperation
Su Hao’s voice boomed with authority.
At the command "Set up the formation," Duanmu Longtai and the others swiftly gathered into their positions. Having mastered the Ten Killing Formation through countless drills, the nine could assume their roles blindfolded without error.
Though Ye Yun had rarely practiced with them, his previous immersion through the Heart of Immortals and Demons had imprinted every detail of the formation’s workings into his soul. His grasp of its essence now equaled—even surpassed—theirs.
The ten took their places, weaving hand seals as streams of light and shadow linked them together.
The Ten Killing Formation took the shape of a pyramid. At its base stood four disciples led by Senior Brother Seven Hua Wen, their earth element spiritual energy merging into an unshakable foundation rooted to the ground.
Above them, Second Brother Mo Ru’s trio channeled energy upward through joined palms, feeding it to the two figures on the third layer—Duanmu Longtai and Lu Qianqiu. The pair sat cross-legged, one hand clasped together while the other upheld Ye Yun, who gripped the Purple Shadow Sword atop their palms.
As the final striker, Ye Yun’s Thunder Spirit Qi crackled around him. Lightning power—nature’s wrath—amplified the formation’s might exponentially. Without it, their combined strength would pale; with it, their attack surged a hundredfold.
Bolstered by the formation, the disciples’ cultivation levels soared. Though none reached the pinnacle of Foundation Establishment, most now wielded power akin to fifth or sixth-level Foundation Establishment. Together, they might challenge even fourth or fifth-level Golden Core experts.
Ye Yun felt torrents of pristine energy surge through his soles, flooding every meridian. His body felt boundless—a vessel capable of holding tenfold this force without strain.
Guided by his deep understanding of the formation, he fused the incoming energy with his Thunder Spirit Qi, channeling the amalgamated power into his sword. The Purple Shadow Sword erupted with jagged sparks as a storm cloud swirled overhead, alive with electric snakes and thunder.
“Sage Huo Yun!” Su Hao roared. “Must this end in mutual destruction?”
“Face us, Huo Yun,” Elder Seven intoned coldly.
Murong Wuqing said nothing, eyes blazing with battle hunger. This mortal peril excited rather than daunted him—clashing with a seventh-level Golden Core expert promised invaluable lessons, provided he survived. Survival would pave his path to the Nascent Soul stage within fifty winters.
Yan Changchun’s resolve hardened into steel. Even Su Hao and Murong Wuhen had never witnessed such unyielding grit in him.
“Today,” Yan declared, “either the Heavenly Sword Sect falls… or you do, Sage Huo Yun.”
Shui Qingxuan spoke calmly, “We know our combined strike cannot defeat you. Yet can you emerge unharmed? What assurance have you that we’ll be taken alive?”
Though Sage Huo Yun seemed weakened, his full wrath remained beyond their capacity to withstand.
The sage’s brow furrowed. “You’d throw away your life? As Spirit Demon Race’s holy woman, master of the Great Demon Divine Art—even ruined, twenty years’ cultivation still benefits your dao comprehension. Is death preferable?”
Shui Qingxuan smiled. “Who says I cling to life? Should I kneel while you drag us back for your Li Dai Tao Jiang method?”
“Your daughter would share your privileges,” Huo Yun countered.
“Privileges?” Her laugh tinkled like ice. “As holy woman, should I let you trade me for dozens of clansmen? What makes you think the Spirit Demon Race values me so?”
Huo Yun chuckled darkly. “Each holy child embodies the clan’s future. They’d trade thousands without blinking.”
Shui Qingxuan said gently, "Then let’s try."
Sage Huo Yun inhaled deeply, his gaze sweeping across the assembled faces before settling on Shui Qingxuan. A dark-purple pill appeared between his fingers and vanished into his mouth.
"Now!"
Shui Qingxuan’s soft command pierced every ear like a needle.
"Ruthless Heavenly Sword!"
Murong Wuqing struck first. His hands clapped as true qi erupted from within him, hurling a colossal heavenly sword skyward before crashing it down toward Sage Huo Yun.
"Sword Slash of Longevity!"
Yan Changchun stepped forward, his sword blazing. His salt-and-pepper hair turned fully white in an instant, wrinkles carving deep valleys across his face. He sacrificed years of lifespan power to fuel this demon-slaying strike.
"Born as a Sword!"
Elder Seven’s blade moved with deceptive slowness, yet arrived instantly at Sage Huo Yun’s forehead—the culmination of his lifelong cultivation.
"Shadowless Seven Layer Waves!"
Su Hao dissolved into blurred afterimages. Seven sword arcs shot forth in sequence, merging at the last moment into a space-piercing needle aimed at the sage’s heart.
"Silk Veils, Mist Chains!"
White ribbons exploded from Shui Qingxuan’s sleeves. The fabric rippled, conjuring thick mist that swallowed Sage Huo Yun whole—blinding both eyes and spirit perception. Twin silk bolts streaked toward his abdomen.
Above the Ten Killing Formation, Ye Yun finished channeling Thunder Spirit Qi into his Purple Shadow Sword. The brooding storm cloud overhead crackled with lightning, its thunder echoing through the Nine Heavens.
"Divine Thunder Annihilation!"
His sword thrust upward. The storm cloud shrank instantly into a concentrated bolt of violet destruction screaming toward Sage Huo Yun’s skull. Unlike previous lightning strikes, this fused the entire cloud’s power into one apocalyptic blow.
Six attacks converged through the mist—sword strikes, piercing needles, and heaven’s wrath itself.
Golden light flared within the fog.
The mist disintegrated.
Sage Huo Yun’s eyes blazed with molten gold as he roared:
"Golden Light Slashing Divine Art!"
