Chapter 1824 - 1852: Negotiating Peace
After seeing the Holy Level Grand Formation, the Palace Master of the Sword Palace and the others did not intend to let Ye Feng go and continued to attack him.
The Palace Master’s figure seemed to transform into a beam of light, his speed reaching its peak.
In the blink of an eye, the Palace Master of the Sword Palace rushed to a spot not far in front of Ye Feng and then slashed with his sword, tearing apart the void.
A terrifying force swept across the world. A mighty strike caused the space to collapse and sink, and that sword slammed heavily onto the mirror barrier in front of Ye Feng, producing a tremendous sound of shock.
"Boom!" A powerful force of countershock surged out, impacting the body of the Palace Master of the Sword Palace, causing him pain, and he retreated. Meanwhile, the mirror barrier before Ye Feng absorbed the power of the Palace Master, rippling and flickering.
Seeing this scene, the Palace Master frowned, realizing that with the protection of this Holy Level Formation, he couldn’t kill Ye Feng anytime soon...
Ling’er continued to control the Grand Formation, the mirror barriers within it constantly condensing and increasing in number.
In no time, thousands of mirror barriers appeared within the scope of the entire Sword Palace, blocking the formidable figures of the White Death Spirit Clan and beside Ye Feng during the battle. Ling’er had never been idle.
Ling’er had been working tirelessly to set up the Grand Formation. Seeing it successfully set up, a smile appeared on Ye Feng’s face.
Ye Feng couldn’t help but admire Linger’s speed in setting up the Grand Formation, managing to complete it in just about an hour.
Even though Ye Feng was present with abundant materials and ample preparation, it would take him half a day to set up a Holy Level Formation. The Palace Master looked angrily at Ye Feng: "Kid, I don’t believe you’ll stay in the formation indefinitely. This is a temporary setup; it won’t last long. Let’s see if you can stand the consumption!"
However, Ye Feng’s eyes revealed a wry smile, calmly asking, "Is that so?"
At this moment, a dazzling light suddenly erupted from the mirror barrier in front of Ye Feng.
Then, a streak of Thunder Sword Qi shot directly from the mirror, slicing through the void, instantly shattering the space barrier.
"Swoosh!" The sword qi’s speed was terrifyingly fast. The Palace Master, the Great Elder, and Lord Youjian quickly dodged it, but Ye Feng’s target was never the three of them.
"Puff, puff, puff~~" The Thunder Sword Qi sliced through the void and space in a flash, directly rushing to the side of the disciples of the Sword Palace. Instantly, blood sprayed in columns, and blood lotuses bloomed continuously in the void.
Seeing this, everyone was utterly stunned. More than five hundred disciples of the Sword Palace were cut in half by that sword qi, their vitality extinguished instantly, falling from the void like raindrops.
In just a single breath, more than five hundred disciples of the Sword Palace were killed by that one sword qi.
"What!" The Palace Master and the others were shocked, staring in a daze at Ye Feng. Wasn’t that sword qi the one that the Palace Master used to attack Ye Feng just now?
Ye Feng smiled slightly: "Sorry, this is not just a Defensive Array but a combination of a Killing Formation and Defense. Each mirror barrier within this formation can absorb your attacks and then reflect them back!"
"This..." The Palace Master froze, then looked toward the disciples and shouted loudly: "Stop attacking, everyone!"
Everyone rapidly ceased their attacks, constantly dodging the attacks of the Dead Spirit Clan’s powerful figures, Zhan Qing, and the others.
They knew that if they attacked, their attacks would be absorbed by the mirror barriers and reflected back.
Ye Feng chuckled lightly, his eyes full of ease and calm: "Do you think there is no issue if you don’t attack?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a light of ease and calm flashed in Ye Feng’s eyes, and he raised his Frost Sword.
"Swoosh!" Ye Feng drew his sword and slashed, the Slaughter Heaven Sword Drawing Skills burst forth, and the strike hit the mirror heavily.
"Buzz, buzz, buzz~~" Ripples spread across the mirror barrier. Then, sword qi flowed, and the power of Ye Feng’s sword was absorbed by the mirror barrier. The mirror barrier then shone brilliantly, and Ye Feng’s sword strike was reflected. After being reflected, both the speed and power of his sword strike increased several times over.
"Swoosh~~" In the blink of an eye, a dazzlingly white sword light tore through the void, rushing into the crowd.
"Puff, puff, puff~~" Blood continuously spurted out like a fountain, and over two hundred heads simultaneously flew into the air, completely severed by Ye Feng’s sword, and fell from the void to the ground, completely dead.
"Bastard!" The Palace Master’s eyes were filled with anger, glaring at Ye Feng, eager to tear him apart immediately.
But he had no choice. He knew that if he attacked recklessly, his attack would only be absorbed by the mirror and then reflected back, injuring only his disciples in the Sword Palace.
The Palace Master quickly calmed down: "Ye Feng, take your people and leave immediately. Let us cease hostilities. Let’s forget the past unpleasantness, what do you say?"
"How about not..." Ye Feng didn’t even consider it, instantly rejecting the Palace Master’s proposal without hesitation.
The Palace Master became enraged, glaring at Ye Feng, shouting: "Ye Feng, don’t be too arrogant! This formation can’t last long. It might temporarily protect you, but it won’t kill us! Once the formation’s power is exhausted, it’ll be you who dies, not us. Are you really planning to perish together?"
"Ridiculous!" Ye Feng sneered, looking at the Palace Master: "Weren’t you saying you would kill me no matter the cost? Now you want to negotiate with me, don’t you think that’s absurd?"