349: Sword Formation

A thought flashed through Chen Xuan's mind as his gaze swept over the woman's face. With a cultivation base at the fifth level of the Integration Realm, she was an opponent that could not be underestimated.

He had to admit, this girl was indeed quite good-looking. However, compared to Shu Shichan, she lacked a certain charm; but compared to Mu Wanqing, they were roughly on par, just representing two completely different types of beauty.

Mu Wanqing was gentle and sweet, while this woman was as cold and elegant as frost.

Chen Xuan couldn't help but wonder: when the Yao Race takes human form, what determines their appearance? Is it randomly generated?

"It's fine."

Chen Xuan withdrew his thoughts, his tone flat and emotionless. His gaze moved past the black-robed woman, Qing Li, and turned toward the solemn-looking Chu Haotian and the others below. His voice reached everyone's ears clearly:

"You are no match for this person."

After a brief pause, he lightly tapped his fingertip, and the block card that had obstructed the Water Sword instantly transformed into a streak of light and dissipated.

Freed from its restraint, the black Water Sword did not take the opportunity to attack again. It merely hovered in front of Qing Li, vibrating slightly as if waiting for its master's command.

Chen Xuan continued, "You just deal with the others."

The others?

Chu Haotian and the others were startled. Their full attention had been captured by the sudden situation, but now, reminded by Chen Xuan, they snapped back to reality and turned their heads toward the horizon in unison.

They saw that at the distant skyline, a dense mass of figures had already arrived, covering the sky and blotting out half of it.

Clearly, the Demon Race Army had all converged here now.

A hint of surprise flashed across Qing Li's fair and heroic face.

It wasn't surprise that the Man in White Robes before her had intercepted her sudden sneak attack.

After all, someone capable of setting up a protective Formation spanning thousands of miles across the southern reaches of the Rain God Continent was certainly no simple character.

What truly surprised her was this man's transcendent aura; he didn't seem like a mortal Cultivator, but rather like a banished immortal descending to the world.

Her eyes quickly swept over the five phantoms of the sun that had already taken shape in the sky. She was in no hurry to strike; instead, she spoke coldly:

"Who are you, Your Excellency?"

Since the opponent wasn't in a hurry to attack, Chen Xuan was happy to chat for a few moments to stall for time.

His fingers didn't stop performing hand seals as he continued to set up the Formation, replying casually:

"Dao Seeking Sect, Peak Master of Butian Peak."

Hearing this, Qing Li's eyes narrowed slightly.

It was just as she had expected. That profound Formation in the south, which enveloped half the continent, was indeed the work of the Dao Seeking Sect.

She thought for a moment, then suddenly changed the subject. "Fellow Daoist, can we make a deal?"

A deal?

Chen Xuan's fingers paused mid-seal. He clearly hadn't expected this female sovereign of the Yao Race to suddenly propose such a thing. A hint of surprise crossed his eyes, and then he nodded:

"Let's hear it."

"If you stop and leave today, and withdraw this strange Formation, my Yao Race will swear an oath that in the future, we will not interfere with your Dao Seeking Sect."

Qing Li's voice was resolute!

Chen Xuan's smile faded, his gaze darkened, and he fell into deep thought.

Meanwhile, in the world below, Crimson Sun Elder had already led the Dao Seeking Sect Disciples into a chaotic battle with the Demon Race Army. The roar of clashing Magic Treasures, the explosions of spiritual power, and the sounds of shouting and cursing intertwined. A bloody mist had already begun to rise into the lower sky.

A moment later, Chen Xuan looked up!

He looked at Qing Li with a calm gaze, his fingers still silently performing seals, while a trace of imperceptible spiritual power quietly probed into the storage ring at his waist.

"What if I refuse?"

Seeing this, Qing Li's expression didn't change. She simply continued:

"Your Excellency's Formation is indeed profound, able to protect an entire continent's territory within it."

"But even if you manage to succeed by chance today and stop this offensive by my Yao Race, the final outcome will not change."

She paused, her expression determined. "The Human Race is still destined to lose this time."

"You are that confident, Fellow Daoist?"

"I never speak empty words; I am merely stating facts."

Chen Xuan said calmly, "Then allow me to consider it further?"

Qing Li glanced at the sky out of the corner of her eye. The sixth phantom sun had already condensed.

Only three more were needed, and this northern territory would be completely enclosed by this sun Formation like an iron wall, just like the south.

"Since you insist on stalling, there is no need for further nonsense."

As her voice fell, several dark Water Swords beside Qing Li vibrated in unison. Several streaks of cold Sword Qi broke through the air, piercing straight toward Chen Xuan's face!

Chen Xuan's mind raced. With a flick of his finger, an inch-long miniature Flying Sword suddenly shot out.

The moment the Flying Sword left his hand, it split apart, instantly transforming into tens of thousands of silver glows. Like a swarming hive of bees, they swirled in all directions, forming an impenetrable silver wall that securely protected him within.

The streaks of Sword Qi crashed into the silver glow, but it was like a stone sinking into the ocean; they vanished instantly without a trace, failing to stir even a single ripple.

Although this Flying Sword was a Magic Treasure of this world, it was the most useless of the useless, possessing no substantial lethality whatsoever. He had obtained it in the Lesser Exquisite Grotto-Heaven in the past.

Its only use was to lay down layers of light and shadow illusions according to his will, confusing the opponent's vision and perception.

Chen Xuan thought to himself that he only had eighteen block cards left. Going toe-to-toe with a Yao Race powerhouse like Qing Li was absolutely impossible. For now, he could only use some clever tricks to stall her offensive first.

After all, block cards were Advanced items.

Naturally, these natives wouldn't know what was going on; they would only assume it was his unique Divine Ability.

Or perhaps... a Formation!

Chen Xuan's best plan was to use the Flying Swords to mislead the woman before him.

To make her think that her previous attacks had failed because of this Sword Formation.

Unless she broke the Sword Formation, any attack would be in vain.

At this thought, Chen Xuan gave a light laugh. "Fellow Daoist, why don't you slowly taste this appetizer first, lest you keep speaking nonsense as if you're drunk."

Qing Li's expression was grim, and she said nothing.

She held two fingers together in front of her, sweeping them across sharply as if forming a sword seal.

In an instant!

A thick, ink-like black mist surged out from the path her fingers had swept, rolling and expanding as it swept out.

In a flash, it enveloped Chen Xuan entirely. Even the tens of thousands of silver Flying Swords were swallowed by this black mist.

Chen Xuan's mind focused. He immediately released his Divine Soul to investigate, and within a breath, he identified the strangeness of the black mist.

This mist could not only block Divine Soul perception but also slowly corrode the spiritual power circulating through his body.

Before he could react further, several dark Water Swords condensed again within the black mist. Silver light flashed as they stabbed directly toward his vital points!

But as the sword momentum arrived, those miniature Flying Swords hidden in the black mist swirled again, once more steadily intercepting the Water Swords' attack.

Seeing her two consecutive attacks intercepted by these seemingly unremarkable silver Flying Swords, Qing Li's heroic and stern face finally showed a hint of genuine gravity.