SWNOVELXO Chapter 67:
Chapter 067: Massacre:
The formation’s core!
Blood-colored sword energy whirled into a violent storm, emitting sharp, piercing blasts as it relentlessly attacked the weakest points of the formations.
The so-called Vajra Demon Exorcising Array and Ten Thousand Spirits Slaughtering Array—grandiose names that sounded awe-inspiring—were riddled with flaws in Lu Ye’s eyes, as fragile as paper.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Explosions of blood mist erupted at the formation’s core.
The Vajra Staff descended with fury.
Thousands of threads wove together, forming an intricate web aimed at Lu Ye.
He responded with a single punch. When his fist collided with the Vajra Staff, the impact lingered for only a moment before the staff began disintegrating inch by inch into powder.
The sight left a group of Harmony Realm cultivators with chills down their spines.
“Amitabha… Amitabha…”
The disciples of the Buddhist sect were especially horrified. No one understood better than they how indestructible the Vajra Staff was—it had shattered the heads of countless powerful enemies.
Yet now, it had been reduced to dust by a single punch.
“I refuse to believe he’s this strong!”
A godly general clad in white armor and a crimson cape, exuding an aura of invincibility, strode forward, long spear in hand.
His expression flickered between disbelief and stubborn defiance.
The Divine Light of the Gods surged again, converging into an overwhelming force.
The godly general transformed into a blinding beam of light, a massive phantom figure rising behind him, amplifying his power. With everything he had, he thrust his spear forward.
“Heaven’s Might Strike!”
A divine dragon coiled around the spear, roaring as it charged.
This was the general’s ultimate move, the pinnacle strike of a Harmony Realm cultivator.
He refused to believe that, after enduring the Divine Light, Lu Ye could block this unstoppable attack. The Harmony Realm was about the union of strength and the Dao itself.
His Dao was one of invincibility.
Lu Ye’s lips curled into a smile—a grin both eerie and bizarre.
With a casual swing of his sword, he split the Divine Light of the Gods.
As the spear descended, he calmly extended his hand.
CRACK!
The godly general’s charge came to an abrupt halt.
Lu Ye stood unmoving, his blood-red eyes locked onto the general. His grin twisted into something sinister and horrifying.
“And you dare call yourself invincible?”
From Lu Ye’s gaze, an overwhelming killing intent seeped into the godly general’s body. In an instant, the general saw a hellish vision: mountains of corpses and seas of blood. He witnessed gods and saints falling with cries of despair, and billions of lives, as insignificant as ants, wailing in hopeless agony.
Upon closer inspection, he realized with horror that those billions of beings—each one of them—possessed strength comparable to his own.
His eyes glazed over in shock and terror, utterly lost.
“These are all who walked the so-called path of invincibility.”
Lu Ye’s hand tugged slightly, pulling the general closer.
Then, with a sudden upward motion of his knee, he unleashed a ferocious blow.
BOOM!
The godly general’s body exploded into a cloud of blood mist.
A small, pure-white nascent soul flew out, attempting to escape.
Lu Ye snatched it out of the air.
Opening his mouth, he devoured it whole.
CRUNCH… CRUNCH… CRUNCH…
Blood trickled from the corners of his mouth as his crimson eyes scanned the battlefield.
“Everyone dies!”
SLASH!
A swing of his sword unleashed thousands of sword lights, detonating in an apocalyptic burst.
The formations shattered as if they were made of glass. The non-human cultivators caught in the blast were turned into clouds of blood mist.
Wails of anguish echoed across the battlefield.
“A demon!”
“He’s a demon!”
“Please, don’t kill me! I beg you!”
Even Harmony Realm cultivators from the non-human factions were trembling in fear.
Escape!
The terror had been seared into their souls.
If even the godly general could be effortlessly slain, how could they possibly stand a chance against this monster?
The Buddhist monks were the first to flee.
Faced with such overwhelming evil, they believed it was wiser to retreat and recover, awaiting a day when the Buddha’s light would shine once more to subdue this devil.
But as the fleeing cultivators reached a hundred miles away, their surroundings suddenly shifted.
They found themselves back near Lu Ye.
The non-human cultivators froze in shock.
“There’s a formation!”
Nightshade’s face darkened with horror. Why was there a trapping formation in the outer layers?
Who had set this up?
In the shadows, a cloaked figure watched the scene unfold. His youthful face was pale, his lips trembling slightly.
This young man, whose presence was concealed by a mystical cloak, seemed almost invisible. If Lu Ye were in his normal state, he might have recognized him.
It was Li Huaiyu.
He didn’t belong to the Five Great Sects or the Three Grand Empires. Instead, he hailed from a mysterious and ancient lineage.
Unlike others, Li Huaiyu had little interest in cultivation, preferring the study of formations. Unfortunately, his talent for it was mediocre. Frustrated, his master had cast him into the Heavenly Prodigy Battlefield to temper him.
Li Huaiyu’s original plan had been to help Lu Ye escape, repaying a favor.
But as he watched the massacre unfold, he realized Lu Ye didn’t need saving.
What terrifying strength.
Far beyond anything he could imagine—even stronger than his senior brother.
Still, to ensure none of the non-humans escaped, Li Huaiyu had set up a trapping formation.
Lu Ye glanced in his direction, and the look in those blood-red eyes sent a chill down his spine.
He could see me?
Impossible!
This cloak was an innate spiritual treasure, crafted to ensure his survival.
SLASH!
Sword lights descended like judgment, painting the battlefield red.
Monks fell in droves, their bodies reduced to torn remains.
“Amitabha… Amitabha…”
The chanting, tinged with sobs, echoed like a mournful dirge. Even the Buddha seemed to weep.
“Break the formation! Quickly!”
“We can’t! What kind of cursed formation is this? Let us out! Who set this up?”
“I don’t want to die! I have a bright future, a path to the Dao to walk. I can’t die here!”
“It’s your fault! He wasn’t after us—why did we provoke him? Damn this devil!”
The ghostly wails of despair filled the air.
Li Huaiyu, witnessing the gruesome slaughter, was paralyzed with fear.
He had to escape.
When Lu Ye finished with the others, he’d be next.
Vanishing into the shadows, Li Huaiyu resolved to warn his senior brother to avoid Lu Ye at all costs.
Tigerborn, observing the carnage, had an unusual glint in his eyes. Layers upon layers of pupils appeared within them, as if his vision had pierced through dimensions.
“A figure like this… in the First Heaven?”
Lu Ye appeared before him, his blood-red eyes locking onto Tigerborn’s many-layered gaze.
“Come here.”
Lu Ye’s raspy voice cut through the chaos.
Tigerborn smiled faintly.
“Very well.”
With a single punch, Lu Ye smashed Tigerborn’s head into a bloody mist.