YumNovel Chapter 1759 - 1756: Disarm and Surrender
Chapter 1759 - 1756: Disarm and Surrender
At this moment.
The world seemed to have been paused by someone.
Silence akin to the quiet before death.
The middle-aged man, who once carried himself with elegance and held a delicate folding fan, dressed in luxurious golden robes, now completely lost his previous composure and arrogance.
His fingers seemed to suddenly lose strength, and with a "clatter," the folding fan fell to the ground.
The whole person stood rigidly in place, his eyes wide open, as if his eyeballs were about to pop out, his lips trembling uncontrollably, but he couldn’t utter a word, as if he were immobilized by an invisible incantation.
He deeply understood how powerful the Seven Extremes Formation of the Xuanyin Sect was, requiring seven Emergence Stage cultivators to activate together.
But who could have imagined?
Such a powerful array was forcibly activated by Xu Wendong, a mere Foundation Establishment stage ant?
Even seeing it with his own eyes, he felt as if he were witnessing a miracle!
Looking again at those young and spirited cultivators, who previously were full of fighting spirit, their True Qi surging. Now, however, they were completely devoured by fear.
The magical treasures in their hands seemed to sense their masters’ panic, and their radiance quickly dimmed.
The True Qi within their bodies ran amok like wild horses, chaotic and unbridled amidst shock and panic.
One cultivator from the Xuanyin Sect’s legs weakened, collapsing directly to the ground, muttering incessantly, "It’s impossible... absolutely impossible... is he a man or a demon?" The trembling voice, filled with endless fear and despair.
An elderly woman, with white hair, clutched her mouth tightly, her eyes filled with terror.
Her body trembled like a withered leaf in the cold wind, her gaze towards Xu Wendong full of helplessness and confusion, as if trapped in a nightmare from which there was no escape, unable to find a way out.
Those strong individuals who were previously attacking madly, now seemed to be bound by an invisible immobilization spell.
Their actions came to an abrupt halt, staring dumbfoundedly at the reactivated Seven Extremes Formation, eyes filled with incredulity.
The magical treasures in their hands lost their master’s control, their glow gradually fading, becoming dim and dull.
The entire battlefield fell silent in an instant, with only the low hums of the seven elemental powers in the Seven Extremes Formation clashing and intertwining, and the heavy breathing of people due to extreme tension.
In Xuanxiao’s eyes, the shock receded like a tide, replaced by intense anger and despair.
He charged towards Xu Wendong like a crazed beast, waving the longsword in his hand, shouting hoarsely, "No! I don’t believe it! I absolutely refuse to believe you can control the Seven Extremes Formation!"
That voice carried a hint of madness, like a final struggle in desperation.
Xu Wendong watched Xuanxiao charging over, a touch of unhidden disdain flashing in his eyes.
He made hand seals with one hand, his movements smooth like flowing water, as if he held dominion over life and death in the world.
In an instant, a flame from within the Seven Extremes Formation shot out like an angry fire python, baring its fangs and brandishing its claws towards Xuanxiao.
Xuanxiao couldn’t evade in time and was hit by the flames, his clothing igniting instantly, engulfed in blazing flames.
He let out an extremely painful scream, his whole body flying backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.
At this moment.
The entire battlefield was illuminated as bright as day by the radiance of the Seven Extremes Formation, the red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, and violet lights interweaving like a dream, as if a splendid painting.
Yet, beneath this beautiful façade, lay hidden an endless killing intent, each beam of light like the Grim Reaper’s scythe.
Xu Wendong stood within the formation, surrounded by a suffocatingly powerful force, his figure, illuminated by the light, appeared extraordinarily towering, like a Demon God descended, exuding an intimidating aura.
He cast a cold glance over everyone, his voice icy, piercing, carrying a millennium of cold frost: "I gave you an opportunity, why couldn’t you grasp it?"
This voice, like a heavy hammer, reverberated across the battlefield, like a judgment from Hell, causing the fear within everyone to grow wildly like weeds.
Until this moment.
They finally recalled that Xu Wendong’s earlier offer to spare them wasn’t mere boast; he truly possessed the power to crush them all.
No matter if all the powerhouses in the Provincial Cultivation Realm appeared to besiege him, his overwhelming strength allowed him to defeat opponents beyond his level.
Moreover, his expertise in formations was unmatched, surpassing all predecessors, and on this basis alone, he could trample everyone underfoot!
Intense fear spread in everyone’s hearts, finally one Divinity Transformation Stage expert laid down his weapon, forcing himself to kneel tremblingly on the ground: "I was blind to Mount Tai, please grant this old one mercy!"
The act of the Divinity Transformation Stage expert kneeling and begging was like knocking over the first domino.
In an instant, the sound of people kneeling down resounded continuously, one after another, like the rapid beating of drums.
Many powerhouses followed suit, faces full of fear, trembling on the ground, their magical treasures discarded haphazardly to the side, making crisp clashing sounds.
"Spare us, senior! We were ignorant and offended you, please magnanimously grant us a path to survival!"
"Indeed, we dare not be your enemy anymore, please have mercy, senior!"
The pleading voices intertwined like surging tides, wave after wave.
Everyone’s face was filled with fear and supplication, their eyes full of desire for life.
The disciples of the Xuanyin Sect were dumbfounded, clearly not expecting these people to lay down their weapons and kneel in surrender, a situation completely beyond everyone’s expectations.
Xuanxiao stood frozen in place, feeling like all his strength had been drained, his allies’ surrender came so quickly, it caught him unprepared.
Xu Wendong stood surrounded by the light of the Seven Extremes Formation, the powerful energy causing the very air around to tremble.
He stood tall, voice like a great bell, words rolling like thunder, booming between heaven and earth: "Release the hostages, and I will overlook everything. Otherwise, today the Xuanyin Sect will become a wasteland!"
The voice carried an undeniable authority, each word hammered heavily onto their hearts.
Xuanxiao, hearing these words, involuntarily shivered, a hint of struggle and unwillingness crossing his face.
His gaze instinctively turned to the hidden building in the mountains, clenching his teeth, hesitating for a moment, then finally shouted in a low voice: "Third Elder, hurry and release them!"
At this moment, his heart was filled with helplessness and frustration, being the Sect Leader of the Xuanyin Sect, he should have been aloof, but now facing Xu Wendong’s crushing power, he had no choice but to bow down.
However, realizing that those other once-arrogant powerhouses from the Cultivation World were all kneeling and begging for mercy, the last bit of stubbornness in his heart quietly dissipated.
At least, he wasn’t swallowing this humiliation alone, was he?