42: Chapter 42 The eldest sister's luck is heaven-defying!

The first round of probing attacks merely served as the prelude to the bloody battle.

A grimace flashed across Li Tianxing's face; he had no more patience.

With a wave of his hand, his voice, imbued with spiritual power, echoed across the entire battlefield.

"All forces, attack! Do not stop!"

"Drain their Spirit Stones dry for this seat!"

"Kill—!"

The roars of tens of thousands of demonic Cultivators converged into a destructive wave of sound that shook the mountains and rivers.

In an instant, the light of thousands of techniques rose up, turning the sky into a chaotic ocean of colors.

Poisonous Flying Swords, burning fireballs, ghastly green bone claws, howling yin winds... all attacks poured down regardless of cost, dense enough to be suffocating.

They had only one target—the Taixuan Sect's grand protective Formation!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The seven-colored shield's light flickered violently. Every impact made the entire Taixuan Sect's mountain wail, causing countless rocks to tumble from the cliffs.

The color of the light curtain was fading at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"All Disciples! Rely on the Formation and counterattack with full force!"

Sect Master's hoarse roar exploded in the ears of every Disciple.

"Yes!"

The Taixuan Sect Disciples, who had long been prepared, frantically poured their spiritual power into the attack Formations throughout the Sect.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The massive sword Formation on the main Peak plaza was activated. Hundreds upon hundreds of sharp Sword Qi surged into the sky, tearing through the demonic clouds and exploding into bursts of blood within the enemy lines.

From the other Peaks, flames, thunderbolts, frost, giant rocks... countless counterattacking beams shot out from within the shield, colliding fiercely with the torrent of attacks in the sky.

The battle instantly entered a white-hot, meat-grinder stage.

The demonic Cultivators in the sky let out continuous screams, being struck by the precise attacks from the ground, falling from their war vessels as charred corpses or mists of blood.

But the price paid by the Taixuan Sect was equally huge.

The stockpile of Spirit Stones maintaining the grand protective Formation was burning at a terrifying speed, and the Disciples operating the Formations were also rapidly depleting their spiritual power, many turning pale with blood spilling from the corners of their mouths.

Both sides were using lives and resources to engage in the most primitive war of attrition.

However, the Demonic Sect's numerical advantage was overwhelming.

Their offensive did not weaken in the slightest; instead, it became increasingly violent.

Finally.

"Crack—"

A crisp cracking sound, though faint, clearly pierced the heart of every Taixuan Sect Disciple.

At a relatively weak node in the southeast corner of the grand Formation, after enduring hundreds of concentrated attacks, a crack over a zhang long burst open!

"A breach! There is a breach there!"

"Charge in! Kill them all!"

The already bloodthirsty demonic Cultivators' eyes turned red instantly, and like a school of sharks smelling blood, they surged crazily toward that crack.

Just at this critical moment.

A figure in white moved.

It was Ye Qingyao!

She drew the long sword before her, her figure turning into a bolt of white lightning, arriving before the others despite starting later, instantly blocking the crack.

"Want to come in?"

Her voice was cold and clear, carrying an unquestionable determination.

"Ask the sword in my hand first!"

Before her words even faded, an extremely brilliant flash of sword light swept out.

"One Sword Cold!"

The seven or eight Foundation Establishment Stage demonic Cultivators charging at the front had their bodies split in two in mid-air before the ecstasy on their faces could fade.

Blood and viscera rained down.

Ye Qingyao established her authority with one sword strike and did not pause; the long sword in her hand seemed to come alive, dancing into an airtight net of swords.

With one person and one sword, she turned that small breach into a forbidden zone of death.

Any demonic Cultivator attempting to cross the line, whether using Magic Treasure or techniques, was completely annihilated and shredded by her precise and sharp swordsmanship.

In just a few dozen breaths, dozens of mangled corpses had piled up beneath the breach.

Hot demonic blood splattered onto her white dress, blooming into eerie red lotuses.

Yet her eyes grew colder and more resolute.

This scene made all the panicked Taixuan Sect Disciples watch with boiling blood.

"It's Senior Sister! Senior Sister is so strong!"

"Senior Sister is mighty! Kill all these demonic brats!"

"Hold the line! We will definitely be able to hold!"

Ye Qingyao's heroic bearing was like a shot of adrenaline, injected fiercely into the hearts of all those whose morale had been low.

The Disciples roared, squeezing out the last bit of spiritual power within them, driving the Formation to launch an even more ferocious counterattack.

Before the mountain gate, Ye Qingyao's stunning performance naturally caught the eyes of the enemy's high-ranking members.

"Hmph, a mere little girl at the Peak of Foundation Establishment dares to play the mantis blocking the chariot?"

Above the war vessel, Li Tianxing's eyes were cold as he pointed casually.

"You three, go down and bring that girl's head back to this seat."

"Yes, Old Ancestor!"

Three Golden Core Cultivators at the Early Stage, whose auras were as deep as the sea, received the order and turned into three streaks of blood-colored light, rushing straight toward Ye Qingyao from different directions.

Golden Core against Foundation Establishment!

This was a total crushing!

"Not good! Senior Sister is in danger!" a Disciple exclaimed.

Sect Master and Wang Tiemian's hearts sank, but they were locked firmly by the auras of Li Tianxing and Ghost Granny, unable to spare any effort to rescue her.

On the battlefield, Ye Qingyao instantly felt three mountain-like pressures descending from the sky, nearly crushing her bones.

She gritted her teeth, every inch of her skin trembling.

This was an unprecedentedly powerful enemy!

"Well come!"

Instead of retreating, she took the initiative to meet them head-on!

A cruel siege began.

No matter how exquisite Ye Qingyao's swordsmanship was, it could not bridge the gap of an entire Realm.

Facing three, she instantly fell into an absolute disadvantage.

One Golden Core demonic Cultivator unleashed a blood-colored bell head-on; the ringing turned into tangible demonic sound waves, constantly assaulting her Divine Soul.

Another circled behind her like a ghost, activating a silent Flying Sword like a venomous snake, specifically targeting her defensive blind spots.

The last one constantly released large-scale corrosive poison mist, sealing off her space for evasion, leaving her nowhere to hide.

Their coordination was tacit, and every move was lethal!

Ye Qingyao was plunged into an unprecedentedly bitter battle, facing danger at every turn.

Several times, that silent Flying Sword flew past her neck, taking a lock of hair and leaving a trace of blood.

The corrosive poison mist touched her arm, making a "hissing" sound and bringing piercing pain.

She could only rely on her battle instincts, which far exceeded those of the same Realm, and her iron-like will to barely hold on under the siege of the three, while the wounds on her body began to increase gradually.

On the Peak of Changge Peak.

Su Changge watched the white figure fighting in blood in the light curtain, his brows tightly knitted into a " river" shape.

"Damn! These bastards have no martial virtue, three against one and still a whole Realm higher!"

He felt a surge of anxiety in his heart.

This was his only precious Disciple, the future peerless Empress; how could she fall here?

"System! System! Come out quickly! Is there anything cheap and useful? The kind that can save a life!" Su Changge called out frantically in his heart.

【Ding! Detected that the Host's Disciple is in a crisis, the shop recommends the following items:】

【1. [Indestructible Vajra Talisman]: Can withstand a full-force blow below the Nascent Soul Stage. Price: 500,000 emotion points.】

【2. [Substitute Puppet]: Can substitute death once. Price: 800,000 emotion points.】

【3. [Luck Halo (Elementary)]: Adds a buff to the designated target, significantly boosting Luck for a short time. Price: 100,000 emotion points.】

Su Changge looked at the long string of zeros after the first two items, and the corner of his eye twitched violently.

"Too expensive! This is robbery!"

His gaze finally fixed on the third item.

[Luck Halo]? Boosting Luck?

This is good! This is cheap! And it's imperceptible, which fits his "Master behind the scenes" style perfectly.

"That's it! Exchange! Use it on Ye Qingyao immediately!"

【Ding! [Luck Halo (Elementary)] exchanged successfully! Buff applied to target 'Ye Qingyao'！】

Almost the moment the System's notification sound faded, the situation on the battlefield underwent a mysterious change.

A Golden Core demonic Cultivator, seeing that Ye Qingyao's old strength was exhausted and her new strength had not yet generated, unleashed his Lifebound Treasure, a bone blade covered in cracks, and slashed fiercely toward the top of her head with the force of splitting a mountain!

"Little girl, die!"

This strike sealed off all paths of retreat and was bound to succeed!

Ye Qingyao could not dodge in time, her pupils shrinking violently, and she could only hastily block with her sword.

Everyone thought she was doomed.

However, just as the bone blade was about to fall, a stray Sword Qi shot from the main Peak sword Formation that should have missed, for some reason, traced a bizarre arc in mid-air and happened to strike the wrist of this Golden Core demonic Cultivator holding the blade!

"Hiss!"

The demonic Cultivator's wrist went numb, and a subtle, imperceptible stagnation appeared in his spiritual power circulation.

The bone blade he had slashed out immediately slowed by 0.01 breaths, and the force deviated by three inches.

When experts fight, a difference of a hair's breadth can lead to a mistake of a thousand miles!

Ye Qingyao was also stunned, but her battle instincts, honed through thousands of trials, allowed her to seize this heaven-sent, impossible opportunity!

Instead of retreating, she advanced, her body twisting at an incredible angle, and the long sword in her hand drew a beautifully tragic arc from bottom to top.

Puchi!

The long sword pierced accurately into the demonic Cultivator's jaw and penetrated the entire skull!

The Golden Core demonic Cultivator's eyes widened, filled with disbelief.

He... he was a Golden Core, how could he be affected by the aftermath of a Formation operated by a Foundation Establishment Disciple?

On the other side, the remaining two demonic Cultivators were terrified at the sight.

"Third Brother!"

"Kill her and avenge Third Brother!"

That venomous snake-like Flying Sword struck silently again, aiming straight for Ye Qingyao's back.

At the same time, the other demonic Cultivator's corrosive poison mist also came covering the sky and earth.

But just then, the stone steps soaked in blood under Ye Qingyao's feet suddenly slipped, and her body fell uncontrollably to the side and back.

This was originally a fatal mistake.

But it was this tilt that caused the Flying Sword that should have pierced her heart to fly past her ribs.

At the same time, the direction she fell was exactly toward the demonic Cultivator releasing the poison mist!

"Not good!"

That demonic Cultivator was greatly alarmed, wanting to retract the poison mist, but it was already too late.

Ye Qingyao, while in mid-air, used this backward momentum to pour all the remaining spiritual power in her body into her long sword and stabbed back!

This sword strike was plain and unremarkable, yet it was fast to the extreme!

The demonic Cultivator's vision was obscured for a moment by his own poison mist, and by the time he reacted, the cold sword blade had already pierced his throat.

He could not understand until he died why the opponent's stumble would so coincidentally rush in front of him!

The last demonic Cultivator controlling the Flying Sword, watching his two companions fall one after another within just a dozen breaths in such a bizarre and eerie way, completely broke down mentally.

This woman is poisonous!

There is something deeply strange about her!

He let out a strange cry, with no fighting intent left, and actually directly withdrew his Flying Sword, turning around to flee from this place that made him feel terrified.

Ye Qingyao was at the end of her rope; she knelt on one knee, panting heavily, having no strength left even to stand up.

She watched the fleeing demonic Cultivator, a trace of unwillingness flashing in her eyes.

However, the moment the demonic Cultivator fled ten zhang away, the grand protective Formation above his head, due to energy turbulence, suddenly brought down an out-of-control divine thunder of the Formation.

"Boom!"

The purple lightning struck accurately on the top of his head.

That Golden Core demonic Cultivator did not even have time to let out a scream, instantly turning into a handful of ashes.

The whole scene was dead silent.

Three Golden Core Cultivators had all fallen in such an extremely stifling and bizarre way!

Before the mountain gate, Ye Qingyao supported herself with her sword and stood up slowly.

Blood dripped down the tip of her sword, staining the stone steps beneath her red, making her look like a God of Slaughter walking out of a sea of blood.

Everyone knew that this was only a temporary victory.

Rumble—

The grand protective Formation above had dimmed to the extreme, with more and more cracks appearing, as if it would completely collapse in the next second.

The Sect's energy was about to be exhausted.