191: Show weakness to lure the enemy into a trap.
“Little Beast! Your death is nigh!”
“Old Ancestor, rest assured! Qingyun will surely take this child’s head!”
Song Qingyun bowed remotely towards the heaven burning tower ship high in the sky, filled with the frenzy of impending revenge, his face flushed purple with excitement!
He didn't hesitate for a moment.
His figure flickered, and the hundred-zhang flame giant abandoned its assault on the east side, transforming into a purple meteor streaking across the sky. It led thirty Ziyang Battle Guards, whose Killing Intent soared to the heavens, directly towards the south of the city!
“Hahaha! Kill! Avenge Elder Tieshan!”
“Break the Formation today! Slaughter the Shen Family!”
The thirty Ziyang Battle Guards were also full of Battle Intent, their eyes intertwining with hatred and greed, as if they could already see themselves rushing into the city, wantonly slaughtering, and plundering resources.
The Qi dynamics of thirty-one top Cultivators connected into one.
That Killing Intent converged into a purple torrent that blotted out the sky, and wherever it passed, even the Heaven Burning Purple Flame in the sky actively retreated, its might terrifying!
The speed was extreme.
Almost in the blink of an eye, they crossed dozens of miles, appearing like a falling meteor before the “weak” light curtain.
“Break for me!”
Song Qingyun's face was twisted in a crazed laugh. He took the lead, and the blazing giant sword in the flame giant's hand, carrying the might to burn mountains and boil seas, fiercely slashed down towards the flickering light curtain!
As expected.
Crack!
A crisp, ear-piercing sound of shattering echoed across the sky!
That layer of light curtain, which they had already deemed precarious, couldn't even last a single breath under the flame giant's full-power strike. It instantly became covered in spiderweb-like cracks, like a mirror struck by a heavy hammer!
Immediately after, it exploded with a roar!
Countless five-colored light particles scattered, and a huge, unobstructed gap was exposed before them!
It worked!
“Hahaha! Little Beast, I'm in!”
Song Qingyun's heart was filled with immense ecstasy. He led the thirty Ziyang Battle Guards, completely unguarded, through the gap and plunged into Qingzhou City!
However, the moment they all entered.
The ecstasy on Song Qingyun's face suddenly froze.
The excitement on the faces of the thirty Ziyang Battle Guards behind him was instantly replaced by bewilderment and unease.
The scene before them was wrong!
This was not the Qingzhou City they had imagined at all!
There were no streets, no pavilions, no panicking Mortals or Shen Family clansmen!
This was a gray, hazy Chaos space!
Up, down, left, right, all directions, as far as the eye could see, were filled with dead gray!
There was no direction, no Spiritual Qi, and even sound and light were completely swallowed by this eerie grayness!
The deafening shouts of battle from a moment ago had vanished without a trace, leaving only their own drum-like heartbeats.
A bone-chilling coldness and dead silence instantly enveloped each of them!
“What’s going on? Where’s the city? Where’s that kid?” A Ziyang Battle Guard’s voice betrayed uncontrollable panic.
“My Divine Sense... my Divine Sense is suppressed! I can’t sense anything!”
“Something’s wrong! This place is very wrong!”
Song Qingyun’s heart sank sharply, and an extreme chill erupted from his tailbone, shooting straight to his crown!
He suddenly turned around, looking in the direction from which they had just rushed in.
It was empty.
Where was the Formation gap?
That rift, which should have led to the outside world, had quietly closed at some unknown time, leaving no trace!
Behind them was a cold, silent, despair-inducing Chaos, identical to what lay before them!
“Oh no! We’ve been tricked! It’s a Formation within a Formation!”
Song Qingyun was the first to react. His face, which had been flushed red with ecstasy, instantly turned pale as paper, completely drained of color!
He remembered Song Tieshan's desperate and unwilling eyes before his death!
He remembered all the incomprehensible and strange phenomena of this grand Formation before!
He finally realized that he, along with these thirty most elite Battle Guards of the Family, had been completely played for fools by that golden core ant in his eyes!
They had walked straight into a deadly trap, a cage tailor-made for them!
“Quick! Everyone gather around me!”
Song Qingyun was, after all, a Late Nascent Soul Stage Cultivator. Even amidst the immense shock, he still issued the most correct command immediately.
But it was all too late.
The moment they were trapped, high in the sky.
Song Xuanyi, who had been firmly locking onto the battlefield with his Divine Sense, also detected that fatal anomaly!
Just now, Song Qingyun's aura, which he had firmly locked onto, along with the auras of the thirty Ziyang Battle Guards, had suddenly and completely vanished from his Divine Sense perception at the same time!
Evaporated!
It was as if a stone had been thrown into the deep sea, leaving not even a ripple!
“Hm?!”
Song Xuanyi’s twisted old face suddenly froze, and the ecstasy in his eyes instantly turned into endless astonishment and disbelief.
His Half-step Soul Transformation Divine Sense, like an invisible torrent, frantically surged and probed the area south of the city repeatedly!
Nothing!
Absolutely nothing!
There was only a five-colored light curtain operating steadily, even several times sturdier than before!
And atop the pavilion.
The young man in green, whose aura had been chaotic and who had been spitting blood incessantly, now slowly straightened his back.
He raised his hand and, with his sleeve, unhurriedly, inch by inch, wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth.
His movements were elegant and composed, completely unlike his previous disarray.
Where was the slightest hint of weakness on his pale face?
His bottomless eyes pierced through the endless sea of fire and strong winds, meeting his gaze with a playful, cold mockery, like a cat toying with a mouse.
A trap!
This was a deadly trap, tailor-made for them from the very beginning!
That Little Beast, everything he had done before—spitting blood, showing weakness, the unstable Formation... it was all an act!
He, a Half-step Soul Transformation mighty figure who had lived for over 1,500 years and was about to enter the Soul Transformation realm!
Was actually completely deceived by a Golden Core junior with such clumsy acting, right in front of the entire city!
Boom!!!
A sense of humiliation, a hundred times stronger than when Song Tieshan fell, deeply embedded in his Soul, erupted simultaneously in Song Xuanyi's heart like billions of volcanoes!
“Little Beast! How dare you!!!”
Song Xuanyi let out a roar of extreme fury and shock, almost tearing his own Divine Soul apart!
His bloodshot old eyes glared fiercely at Shen Yuanmo, his gaze as if wanting to flay his Divine Soul inch by inch!
He frantically activated the heaven burning tower ship, and endless purple flames, like maddened Vicious Beasts, fiercely scorched the great Formation below, attempting to burn through the cage with the most brutal force to rescue Song Qingyun!
However, at that very moment.
Shen Yuanmo’s calm voice, devoid of any emotion, once again echoed leisurely directly within his Divine Soul.
“Old dog, don’t rush.”
“Killing your Shen Family members one by one is more interesting.”
His voice paused, as if savoring Song Xuanyi's exasperated expression.
“Now, please enjoy the second fireworks display I’ve prepared for you.”
This voice was cold, cruel, and carried a disdain that regarded Nascent Soul Cultivators as mere weeds!
“Aaaahhhhhhh—!”
Listening to these heart-stabbing words, Song Xuanyi could no longer suppress the rage and frustration in his heart. He let out a beastly roar to the sky, a sound unlike any human!
In that voice was endless madness and a trace of... powerlessness that he himself was unwilling to admit!
He could only watch helplessly, unable to do anything!
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