"Form!"
Zhiwei’s ten fingers danced in the air, blood beads seeping from her fingertips as she forcibly channeled immense spiritual power.
The Great Evolution Wind and Thunder Sword Formation was originally the supreme killing formation of the Heart Slaughter Sword Master.
To display its true power, which moves mountains and overturns seas, required seven Gourd Swords representing metal, wood, water, fire, earth, wind, and thunder to form a formation that evolves the might of heaven and earth’s creation.
Currently, Zhiwei possessed only three swords. Although the sword formation was mostly incomplete, it remained unrivaled within the Foundation Establishment Stage.
The sky suddenly darkened, and the three-colored sword beams occupied the positions of heaven, earth, and man.
The crimson Fire Sword blazed with towering flames, the deep blue Water Sword exuded chilling cold, and the verdant Wood Sword wove through them like a dragon.
The intertwining sword Qi resembled the descent of a thunder calamity.
"Boom——!!!"
The sword light illuminated the pale faces of the three girls.
The Infant Skull Puppet was already less than three feet in front of Jin’er, spraying a foul wind from its bloodthirsty mouth that ruffled her bangs.
Yet, in front of this most magnificent sword formation, its skeletal body, comparable to a second-tier upper-grade magical treasure, seemed so insignificant and fragile.
"Hiss——!!!"
Terror exploded from the empty eye sockets of the bone puppet, emitting a piercing scream.
The brilliant sword light completely swallowed it!
"Bang——crack, crack..."
The countless bone spikes shattered inch by inch, the head was minced by the myriad sword Qi, turning into foul-smelling pale bone powder, drifting away with the wind!
"Poof——!!!"
In the distance, Yang Qiu felt as if he had been struck by a hammer, the death backlash from his life-linked bone puppet erupted.
He spat out a mouthful of thick black blood mixed with shattered organs, eyes filled with disbelief.
What just happened!
He had thought the girl was blocked by him, unable to stop the Infant Skull Puppet for a while.
But unexpectedly, she had concealed a killer move, instantaneously slaying his puppet!
"You... you dared to destroy my mother-son bane!"
Yang Qiu’s eyes bulged with rage, his pale face covered with horrific blood-colored veins due to the backlash, resembling a demonic ghost.
He had thought that sword cultivator was already a spent force, little did he know the opponent still held such domineering cards!
The mother-son bane was his trump card cultivated painstakingly; now destroyed, his Tao Foundation was damaged. If he didn’t fight to the death today, he feared he would indeed perish at the hands of these three juniors!
"In that case, I’ll take you all with me as my burial companions!"
Yang Qiu descended into madness.
He thrust his hand into his chest, grasping his heart, forcing out his last true essence blood!
"Boom——!"
Surging black and red blood energy flooded into the Eight-armed Resentful Corpse.
The resentful corpse reveled as if insatiable, its remaining blood hand trembling incessantly.
"This..."
The silver-haired girl’s eyes narrowed, the nine True Seals swirled around her as she charged towards the resentful corpse.
But before she could strike, the resentful corpse self-destructed, transforming into a ferocious blood flood dragon, ravenously lunging at the spiritually exhausted Zhiwei.
With this strike, he sacrificed lifespan and essence, enough to kill an ordinary seventh-layer Foundation Establishment cultivator!
"Watch out, Senior Sister!"
Qing Jun witnessed this, heart trembling, the red in his pupils fading, yet too late to assist.
Jin’er, sprawled on the ground, clenched her fingers tightly, eyes full of anxiety.
Facing the fearsome blood flood dragon, Zhiwei merely stood her ground, her body swaying slightly.
The recent incomplete strike of the Great Evolution Wind and Thunder Sword Formation had nearly drained ninety percent of her spiritual power.
The tearing pain wracked her meridians, her Purity Glaze Body desperately absorbing the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi, but even adept as she was at prolonged battle, able to harness far more spiritual qi than herself, she couldn’t restore to full strength in an instant.
Her vision began to blur, yet her gaze remained bright and icy.
"Master said... the strength of a sword cultivator lies not in the rise and fall of Qi, but in the indomitable heart."
Zhiwei murmured softly.
She took a deep breath, bit her tongue.
Using the stinging pain as a stimulus, she forcefully extracted spiritual power from her dantian and drew upon the mechanism of the heavens, channeling it all into the space ahead.
"Unite."
A cold, low incantation.
In mid-air, the dim lights of the Water, Fire, and Wood Gourd Swords rang clearly!
The three swords connected head to tail, water nourished wood, and wood fed fire!
Certainly, there was none of the grandeur of wind and thunder.
Yet all power was compressed to the extreme, transforming into a singular, purest beam of sword light!
"Die!"
Yang Qiu roared, the blood flood dragon opened its bloody maw, already enveloping the top of Zhiwei’s head.
"Stab——!"
A minute sound of slicing through air was heard.
The singular thread of three-colored sword light, like a blade slicing through worn leather, pierced the massive, ferocious blood flood dragon!
The fierce winds abruptly ceased.
The black-red blood energy stalled in mid-air, disintegrating like the first snow encountering sunlight.
Yang Qiu’s body, lunging forward, halted suddenly, just half a meter from Zhiwei.
His pitch-black, hollow eye sockets contracted, Adam’s apple moved painfully, as a small, neat bloody hole appeared dead center on his forehead.
There was no blood flow, for that fiercest sword intent, at the moment of penetration, had already ground his sea of consciousness and vitality into nothingness.
"Your... sword..."
From Yang Qiu’s throat came a wheezing leak, utterly unwilling.
He, the Young Master of the Ten Thousand Puppet Sect, exhausted all his means, actually died at the hands of a Foundation Establishment Second Layer sword cultivator.
And that demon fire...
If not for the demon fire consuming his defensive magical treasure, he was confident he could have survived this blow...
Bam!
The youth lost all strength, falling stiffly backward, kicking up soil blackened by char.
With Yang Qiu’s demise, the blood flood dragon also lost all momentum, disintegrating in the air.
"Huff... huff..."
Seeing Yang Qiu truly dead, Zhiwei’s extremely tense heartstrings finally relaxed.