Chapter 25

The young man named Feibai cast his gaze towards the first grand hall in the distance. Indeed, he saw Liang Miaozǐ, her expression so grim it seemed as if it could drip with water.

Unable to help it, he chuckled, then put on a serious face: "Liang Miaozǐ is after all our senior brother. How can you be so disrespectful?"

The girl, however, was completely unconcerned. She pursed her lips and, with focused eyes, looked towards the Bright Sword Platform.

"It's already the ninety-fifth breath!"

The young man's expression immediately turned solemn. Ninety-five breaths, this was precisely when the Lesser Luo Heaven Sword Formation changed! After this, it would be the true killing swords!

At this moment, almost everyone could sense the change in the eighteen puppets. The cold sword light suddenly became several times more fierce. The speed of all the sword puppets increased by at least fifty percent.

A thick aura of death and slaughter permeated the Bright Sword Platform. The sword light was continuous, and the sharp blade shadows made the slender and tall figure on the platform no longer as composed as before. The sword shadows fell like rain, seemingly ready to turn Zong Shou into minced meat at any moment!

However, Zong Shou, instead of being alarmed, laughed. There was no trace of strain, but a genuine, happy laugh.

After a full ninety-five breaths, he finally understood what was wrong.

It turned out that the Lesser Luo Heaven Sword Formation in the previous life's "Divine Emperor" game was indeed stronger than the one on the Bright Sword Platform of Dan Ling Mountain.

The developers of "Divine Emperor," who usually liked to exaggerate, had actually told the truth for once.

How foolish he had been. How could eighteen puppets, each operating independently, be stronger than a sword formation controlled by an intelligent brain?

He had originally thought that it would take over three hundred and forty breaths to have a chance of breaking the formation.

But unexpectedly, this opportunity came so early.

He took a step back, placing his foot in the Kun position. Three sword puppets immediately rushed forward. Behind him, four sword lights swiftly stabbed at his back.

Zong Shou remained unperturbed, moving his feet to the left. He narrowly avoided the only gap, brushing past the flying cold light, and stepped seven paces away.

However, before him now were fourteen sword shadows, piercing through the air one after another. They were dense and blocked all directions, with the fourteen puppets almost completely sealing off all space.

At this moment, Zong Shou could almost clearly hear the mocking voices from below the stone platform, mixed with a few sighs of regret.

Lín Fēi, who was watching the battle from the side, sighed and closed his eyes again: "Ninety-nine breaths, walking to his own death—"

Chuxue's anxious cry echoed in his ears. He could even see Liang Miaozǐ on the opposite steps, who had completely put her mind at ease, lightly curling her lips in a cold, mocking smile.

Walking to his own death?

Zong Shou laughed even more heartily. Did he not know that the flaw he had just exploited was actually a trap?

But if he did not actively enter the trap, how could he break the formation?

Such a peak sword formation required one to be placed in a death situation before there could be a chance of survival!

First, he took a deep breath. Then, the power that had been stored in his body for a long time erupted like a nuclear explosion, surging into his limbs. He then suddenly rushed forward. The Pine Pattern Wind Sword, which he had been holding upside down since stepping onto the Bright Sword Platform, finally shimmered with a brilliant sword light.

—The fourth basic sword technique, stepping forward and thrusting!

The lightning-fast green sword shadow rushed into the sword curtain that had just unfolded on the opposite side, piercing through from the most unimaginable angle.

A dull thud sounded. Zong Shou's sword only slightly paused, then it pierced through the chest of the sword puppet with irresistible force. The immense power shattered the crystal array embedded inside, and the puppet was thrown out of the Bright Sword Platform, its body shattering into countless pieces that scattered everywhere.

The originally seamless sword curtain suddenly revealed a huge gap.

In an instant, the entire Dao Palace fell silent. Everyone, with stunned expressions, watched this scene.

The Lingyun Sect disciples standing at the entrance of the Dao Palace no longer cared about the examination and involuntarily moved closer to the Bright Sword Platform.

The young men, their formation in disarray, wished they could stand on the platform to see more clearly.

"How is this possible? He actually broke it—"

"This flaw was actually hidden within the killing move! I said, how could there be a truly perfect sword formation in this world?"

Lín Fēi also opened his eyes wide, with no trace of sleepiness, as if there were an incomparable beauty before him, his gaze unwavering.

Liang Miaozǐ, who had already prepared to leave, suddenly stopped, her face full of shock and disbelief.

This unbreakable, difficult-to-overcome Lesser Luo Heaven Sword Formation, was broken? By a boy not even thirteen years old, still a child?

How could this be?

Yin Yang, who was crouched like a leopard, was equally stunned and shocked, unable to move.

He had never expected Zong Shou to avenge him. The dignity of the first major sect in the eastern part of the Cloud Realm could not be easily violated. Even if he suffered such a great humiliation, he could only choose to endure it in silence.

He had originally thought that Zong Shou could last for a hundred breaths, at least enough to be admitted to the inner sect of the Yunling Sect. He had already despaired and was even prepared to risk his life to save him.

But unexpectedly, in the next blink of an eye, this almost miraculous turn of events occurred, making him almost disbelieve his own eyes.

At this moment, only Chuxue was purely overjoyed.

Three months ago, their young master had similarly performed the impossible, cutting down several people and slaying Zong Yu with his sword. He had also taken the right eye of the fierce sword wielder, Wu Wei, with an incomprehensible willow leaf talisman knife!

Zong Shou on the platform was also slightly dazed. The moment his sword pierced the puppet's "heart," he suddenly felt a cold current flow from the tip of the sword into his body.

Before he could react, it had already rushed into his qi sea. Fortunately, this cold current, though entering his body, caused no discomfort. Instead, the intense physical exhaustion he had experienced was slightly alleviated.

At the same time, a thought flashed through his mind.

"Could that guess actually be true?"

At this moment, he did not dare to divert his attention to check his body. Zong Shou only paused for a moment, then gathered all his focus again. His body, following the momentum of the forward rush, broke through the puppet sword formation.

The Lingyun Sect's Lesser Luo Heaven Sword Formation required at least three and at most eighteen puppets. This battle was not yet over.

Breaking one puppet was far from breaking the formation!

Every step, every sword strike that followed needed to be precise, with no room for error!

He took a diagonal step to the left, placing his foot in the Zhen position. Zong Shou's sword light flashed again, slicing diagonally towards his back.

—The seventeenth basic sword technique, right return sword!

"Second puppet, broken!"

Another dull thud sounded. The powerful sword light directly severed the head of the puppet behind Zong Shou, which had not yet turned around.

Wood chips flew, and Zong Shou's figure moved again. Using the puppet, which was now only a torso and could no longer move, as cover, he stepped to the right, moving to the Kan position.

—The nineteenth basic sword technique, side rush sword!

"Third puppet, broken!"

The incomparably fierce sword light almost instantly pierced through the neck of a sword puppet that had circled around from the right. The intense force even broke the puppet's head completely.

At this moment, the entire training ground was truly silent. Almost everyone, regardless of age, had gathered around the platform.

More Lingyun Sect disciples rushed out from the depths of the Dao Palace. Unable to get close to watch, they could only look from a distance at that graceful figure, wielding the ordinary Pine Pattern Wind Sword, and creating stunningly cold sword light on the Bright Sword Platform.

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**PS:** Regarding updates, I have been extremely busy recently. The style of this book is somewhat different from the previous three, and I am still adapting, so my writing speed is slow, and I don't have many drafts. I really can't update too quickly, so please understand. Some readers in the review section have said it's unreasonable. I wonder if everyone noticed that all of Liang Miaozǐ's actions did not exceed her authority and were legal. Even if she did not allow Zong Shou to enter the sect, it had some justification. As for killing him after he entered, the situation on Qiantian Mountain must also be considered. The protagonist's past grievances with the Lingyun Sect are not limited to the game. Explaining everything would take a lot of effort, and I don't want to concentrate it at the beginning, which might confuse readers. I apologize for that. Additionally, I want to thank the readers who have helped me a lot, such as Yaohang Qinyun and Qingbaodangren. The website has some errors, and I can't appoint a deputy moderator, so I will have to wait. It doesn't necessarily require a lot of online time, but it's best to be frequently online and patient.