Chapter 468 Breaking the Formation with a Single Blade

"Fellow Daoist Yan Chu has killed so many people from our Family, surely even the greatest anger should have dissipated by now, right?"

Ancestor Zhao Xinghe only wanted to stall for time right now.

Long before Yan Chu arrived, they had already notified the Shenyue Liushuang Sect.

The Shenyue Liushuang Sect is a top-tier Sect in the entire Yuanqing Holy Realm, and one of the nine founders of the Saint Alliance.

The Old Ancestor of the Family was once a Great Saint who emerged from the Shenyue Liushuang Sect.

Therefore, the Family is an affiliated force of the Shenyue Liushuang Sect.

As long as they could stall until a Great Saint from the Shenyue Liushuang Sect arrived, they would surely be able to eliminate Yan Chu immediately.

However, Yan Chu revealed a cold sneer at the corner of his mouth:

"You do not have the qualifications to bargain with me!"

"Now, release him, otherwise I will crush this city, and the one million people inside Crescent City will all die because of you!"

These words were extremely cold.

Inside the tiny city in his palm, everyone looked up to see a head as massive as a mountain, exhaling breath that rolled like a sea of clouds, while the five fingers gripping the city descended like Heavenly Pillars.

"No!!!"

"Old Ancestor, save us!! Save us!!!"

"I beg the Saint Monarch to show mercy, and spare their lives for the sake of Face for the hundreds of thousands of men, women, and children in the city!!"

A chaotic and fearful chorus of pleas for help emanated from Crescent City, clearly spreading throughout the entire Family grounds.

All members of the Family were both shocked and furious.

Someone hard-hearted spoke up:

"Old Ancestor, there is no need to be threatened by Yan Chu; kill that old monk! We cannot let Yan Chu have it easy!"

"They are just some collateral descendants; the Family Bloodline has been diluted for who knows how many generations, what is there to save?"

"Old Ancestor! Do it!"

Many more remained silent.

They knew that Yan Chu allowed the pleas for help from these people to be heard specifically to disturb the resolve of the Family members.

It must be known that within the Family grounds today, there are also many collateral members and Guest Elders, all of whom have high cultivation levels and are an indispensable force for the Family.

If they really sat by and watched the people of a city die right before their eyes, how would these people feel?

In the future, if they Face the same situation, will they also be abandoned?

Those words spoken in a moment of agitation could not be allowed to disrupt the entire Family.

"Silence!!"

Only hearing Ancestor Zhao Xinghe shout in a deep, cold voice, the scene immediately quieted down.

Then he spoke helplessly:

"Fine, then we shall do as Fellow Daoist Yan Chu says. I will release this Great Master now. I hope Fellow Daoist Yan Chu can spare these Mortals; excessive slaughter truly harms the harmony of heaven."

As he spoke, he released Great Master Likong, and a burst of magical power wrapped around him, sending him directly outside the Formation.

Yan Chu flicked his sleeve, sending Great Master Likong ten thousand miles away.

He transmitted his voice to him from afar:

"Find a place to hide first!"

After finishing, a strange smile appeared on Yan Chu's Face, and he tossed the city in his hand forward again:

"Here you go!"

"You—"

Ancestor Zhao Xinghe and everyone in the Family were furious; Yan Chu had actually repeated the same trick and thrown the city down again.

Boom...

Crescent City, spanning hundreds of miles, flipped and smashed down, creating a terrifying rumbling sound, with the whistling wind spreading throughout the entire Cold Moon Mountain Range.

This time, no one dared to leave the Formation to save them.

Sage Lord Zhao Xu, who had just tried to rescue them, had already turned into a sea of blood on the ground; if anyone else went over, their fate would be no better than his.

Everyone watched helplessly as the massive city fell from ten thousand zhang high.

The terrifying weight combined with the speed was even greater than the impact of a meteorite, and everyone's heart jumped into their throat.

Bang!!!

The city smashed onto the Formation, causing the earth to shake violently. Centered on the point of impact, a terrifying shockwave spread outwards, like a hurricane of dozens of levels, with sand and stones flying everywhere.

On the ground, the sea of blood formed by the death of Sage Lord Zhao Xu was swept up by the shockwave, creating massive, continuous waves.

The commotion here could be felt from over a million miles away.

Saints in the distance were watching, but they dared not approach within five hundred thousand miles. They could only feel the earth shaking and had no idea what had happened to the Family.

The moment Crescent City smashed into the Family Formation, Yan Chu unsheathed his tiger soul saber.

The timing of this saber strike was grasped perfectly.

It was precisely at the moment when everyone in the Family had their attention drawn by the loud noise, and the Formation had been heavily indented and severely damaged by the city's impact, that the saber light suddenly slashed down.

Crack!!

This was the Heaven-Severing Style created by Yan Chu, his sharpest saber strike.

With one strike, it could sever vitality, sever the Origin Qi of heaven and earth, and sever the Formation patterns that kept the Formation running.

"Not good!!"

Ancestor Zhao Xinghe had also been distracted by the falling city, and it was only when the loud sound from the Formation arrived that he shouted, spat out a mouthful of blood essence, and the brilliance of the Zhao-Moon Treasure Sword in his hand flared intensely.

A beam of blood-colored moonlight shot straight up, landing on the Formation.

A gap had actually been slashed open there by Yan Chu's saber, and although the Formation patterns flickered, they could not heal.

Swoosh!!

Just then, an arm reached in from outside the gap in the Formation. The tiger soul in his hand flashed repeatedly, and ten thousand zhang of Saber Qi poured into the Family grounds like a reversed heavenly river.

"Everyone retreat quickly!!"

Ancestor Zhao Xinghe roared, and the Zhao-Moon Treasure Mirror immediately neutralized over ninety percent of the Saber Qi.

However, this terrifying saber light carried endless killing intent.

As the number one Family in the Fusheng Domain, the ancestral grounds of the Family spanned tens of thousands of miles, with the Cold Moon Mountain Range as its Foundation, encompassing spiritual mountains, flat lakes, divine peaks, and cloud valleys, with one spiritual peak after another towering straight into the clouds.

Within the protective Formation that stretched for tens of thousands of miles, there were floating jade bridges crisscrossing, connecting luxurious buildings suspended in the air.

The ground was paved with ten-thousand-zhang warm jade avenues, flanked by gilded cloud-patterned pillars, with bronze lamp stands featuring guardian beasts erected every few hundred miles, never extinguished day or night.

At the core main vein in the very center, the ancestral residence rose from the ground, with dozens of thousand-zhang heavenly palaces and pavilions layered upon one another, built with Nine Heavens profound gold walls and paved with Kunlun cold jade; the palace roofs were inlaid with dark moon spirit crystals, with rays of light falling during the day and moonlight flowing through the rooms at night.

Jade ladders and rainbow bridges spanned the mountains, with spirit cranes and spirit deer weaving back and forth; one could see thousands of jade steps and ten thousand jade terraces everywhere, and one could not see the end of the architectural complex at a glance.

It was undeniably opulent and magnificent.

A Mortal would never be able to see such an immortal-like sight in their entire life.

Outside the Formation, even Yan Chu could not see the specific appearance inside; there was only moonlight falling, obscuring all prying eyes.

Now that he had reached one arm inside, he finally got to see the heritage of the number one Family in the Fusheng Domain, and his heart could not help but tremble.

There was no helping it; he was, after all, from a small place.

The most luxurious and noble place he had ever seen was merely the imperial palace of the Lower Realm.

But compared to such a Saint Family, a Mortal imperial palace was no different from the difference between heaven and earth.

This emotion lasted only for a moment before being replaced by killing intent.

Inside the Family grounds, what the clansmen saw was another scene entirely.

They saw a massive arm, tens of miles long, suddenly reach down from the vast sky. In its hand, it held a precious saber exuding thick Devilish Qi, and the terrifying saber light descended, causing this place, which resembled an immortal Holy Land, to immediately fall into a deathly silence.