Peerless Empress: One Woman, One Sword, Slaying Through Myriad Realms

Just then, a cold voice floated from all directions, "What use is it to invite reinforcements? Once you step into my Yellow Springs Formation, no matter who you invite, you will not leave alive. Ye Wuxi, the hatred for killing my sister should be settled today."

"Since your Demon Palace and Tianxiao are helping her, then you shall all perish with her."

As the chilling sound descended from who-knows-where, the storm of the Yellow Springs grew increasingly violent and powerful, threatening to annihilate the entire army.

"Who is this?" Ye Wuxi asked Xu Jing, completely bewildered.

It's one thing for the Xuanyuan Holy Clan to harbor deep resentment, but why doesn't she remember killing any of the young ladies from Tianyou?

"Mu He, have you forgotten? If I'm not mistaken, this should be Mu Ci, a figure from the previous generation's list of emperors. Although the Mu family is far inferior to the Xuanyuan clan, their ancestors did produce a saint."

Lu Zhiyuan, who was standing to the side, coughed twice and offered an explanation.

Tianyou had dealt with Tianxiao quite a bit, so she knew more about Tianyou Dao Palace and related family forces than Xu Jing did.

"So she really is a young lady from a wealthy family. We should be careful then," Ye Wuxi said speechlessly.

Previously, Lu Zhiyuan had always called Mu He "Miss Mu" in the Half-Saint Battlefield, and she thought it was just her being sarcastic. She never expected that Mu He was actually a young lady from a prominent family.

For natives of the main world like Lu Zhiyuan and Xu Jing, this might not be surprising. In the eyes of people from the lower continent, let alone having a Saint King ancestor, any semi-saint family would be considered a major clan.

Looking at it this way, it seems that it was more appropriate to let Wei casually kill Mu He, otherwise Xuan Yuanjing might have already conspired with Mu He to cause trouble.

"However, she is right. It is indeed difficult to get out of the Yellow Springs Formation unharmed once you enter it. Mu Ci must have put in a lot of effort to organize people to set up this formation. Does Wuqi have a way to break the formation?"

As everyone continuously dispersed the oncoming Yellow Spring Storm, Lu Zhiyuan asked seriously.

Without a way to break the formation, they will remain on the defensive and unable to move, and will soon be worn down.

"I invited you all here so that you wouldn't be sent to your deaths. I had Senior Brother Xu pass on the Saint-level sword runes to you in advance. Senior Sister Lu, have you all deciphered them?"

Ye Wuxi asked, the Boundless Eye continuing its investigation.

Each storm of the Yellow Springs is a gathering of the power of different legions, containing demonic energy, the will of the Xuanyuan clan she is familiar with, and the will of the War Saint Dao Palace.

With the Yellow Springs Formation supporting them, and just as the Zhuge family elders warned, with the power of half a realm as a guide, they will be the first to be worn down and die.

“Of course, could it be for some other purpose?” Lu Zhiyuan raised an eyebrow.

"Then this formation can be broken. Senior Sister Lu, take a look at this sword formation." Ye Wuxi smiled, and a glint of light flashed between his brows and entered Lu Zhiyuan's mind.

"Heavenly Dragon Sword Formation... wait a moment, at most half an hour." Lu Zhiyuan looked somewhat surprised and immediately relayed the message to the others in Tianxiao.

"it is good."

Ye Wuxi responded and then had everyone change positions. She and the Tianxiao reinforcements arrived at the center of Kunpeng's back and prepared their formation.

The Heavenly Dragon Sword Formation is not actually a secret; it is an ancient saint-level sword formation depicted in the Crimson Palace of the Half-Saint Battlefield. Xuan Yuanjing may have seen it, but only incomplete versions.

In her eyes, this sword formation was extraordinary. Even though it was incomplete, it would be difficult for anyone other than a sword cultivator to even attempt to copy its patterns.

I sent Lu Zhiyuan and the others some of the relevant sword patterns in advance, partly as a small token of my help, and partly as a precaution so that they could quickly form a real sword formation to defeat the enemy under her guidance.

If it weren't necessary, she wouldn't have been willing to pass on the complete method of using the sword formation. Mo Luan and the others could at least be trusted because of their relationship with her third senior sister and Yao Qianfeng.

Most of the people in Tianxiao Dao Palace are skilled in swordsmanship. Apart from Lu Zhiyuan and Li Changyi, whom she trusts, she doesn't have any special relationship with the others. Who knows if they will use this sword formation against them in the future?

"To think that a single reinforcement could break the Yellow Springs Formation is nothing but a pipe dream."

Just as they changed formation and were waiting for Lu Zhiyuan and the others to familiarize themselves with the final combined attack, Mu Ci's cold laughter suddenly rang out, and the attack from heaven and earth changed again, becoming even more turbulent and incessant.

"We'll see," Ye Wuxi said calmly.

The Tianxu army remained passively defending in formation. Before long, Lu Zhiyuan nodded to Ye Wuxi.

"Senior Brother Xu, you can use Kunpeng as a base and just follow us." After Ye Wuxi finished speaking, he used the second transformation of the demon spirit, and the phantoms of the four sacred beasts surged, and his aura rose wildly.

The Dragon Hidden Greatsword expanded and swirled in her hands, forming a formation. The Heavenly Emperors of the Heavenly Firmament also wielded imperial weapons and superior-grade imperial swords, creating terrifying sword patterns.

At this moment, in the center of the array outside the Yellow Spring Storm, Mu Ci frowned as he looked at the sword diagrams cast by everyone.

Beside her stood a woman in a golden dress, none other than Xuan Yuanjing. They could see the scene within the formation, but Ye Wuxi could not see them.

"Not good, it's that ancient formation! Increase the attack to stop them!" Xuan Yuanjing's eyes flashed, and she suddenly frowned and shouted.

She possesses special pupils, and although she is not a sword cultivator, she managed to sketch some related sword patterns in that palace, which were then studied by her family. They had long since deduced that it was an ancient sword formation technique.

Unfortunately, she copied too few copies, and the family's experts were unable to fully deduce the result.

She didn't understand the amazing formation that everyone in the clan had praised, but she remembered it. If Ye Wuxi and the others could use it, breaking the Yellow Springs Formation might really be a piece of cake.

Mu Ci was filled with doubt and uncertainty. Before the Yellow Springs Formation could change again, Ye Wuxi's voice rang out, "Everyone, follow me and transform into swords to break the formation."

In an instant, Ye Wuxi and the Tianxiao reinforcements vanished, their figures merging with the swords in their hands, forming a terrifying sword aura pattern that connected to create a golden, sky-covering sword dragon.

Ye Wuxi's Dragon Concealment Greatsword, which he had fitted with, formed the dragon's head. With a dragon's roar and a sword's cry, all the sword parts became completely blurred and invisible, all shrouded in a thick golden light, just like a real celestial dragon.

The Heavenly Dragon Sword Formation burst forth, systematically cutting through the Yellow Springs World, seemingly indestructible.

"Go." Xu Jing gave the order, and the Kunpeng spread its wings, carrying the army in formation, and followed the dragon's tail to sweep away the aftershocks and interference.

"Miss Jing, do you know this formation? Do you have a way to break it?"

Mu Ci's face was grim. No matter how she changed the formation, she couldn't do anything to the golden dragon in it.

This formation was clearly led by Ye Wuxi, and was not one of the well-known and powerful formations of the Tianxiao Dao Palace that she knew.

With the golden dragon wagging its tail and the Kunpeng (a mythical bird) pressing down, their momentum was unstoppable.

Xuanyuan Jing shook her head silently, gripping the great bow tightly in her hand, her heart filled with resentment, "Why do you always have a way to break the deadlock..."

In her plan, if Ye Wuxi arrogantly entered the Yellow Springs Myriad Souls Formation today, he would surely die. Even if she didn't die, the vast majority of the Heavenly Ruins army would be wiped out.

Unfortunately, Guanghai suffered defeat after defeat. Now, with the Kunpeng carrying the Tianxu Army, not only is it well preserved, but Ye Wuxi's arrogance has soared to the sky.

"While the Yellow Springs Formation is not completely broken and the divine senses of the semi-saints are blocked to some extent, the semi-saints from outside the realm cannot provide timely support. Let's send out the clan elders to annihilate them in one fell swoop."

After struggling for a while, Xuan Yuanjing finally spoke with a terrifying look in her eyes.

After today, she completely gave up on the idea that the grand formation and the sheer number of her legions could annihilate Ye Wuxi. She had to admit that below the level of a half-saint, no amount of methods could stop Ye Wuxi.

"She dares to bring her troops in with such impunity, could it be a trap..." Mu Ci's eyes flickered, showing some hesitation.

She wanted to avenge Mu He, but she didn't want to lose her own life. Unlike the powerful and well-established Xuanyuan Clan, the Mu family didn't intend to participate in the conflict between the two realms. She only had one powerful protector by her side.