After being jilted by the saintess at the beginning, why is she crying?

"If you open the formation, willingly submit to the Divine Origin Alliance, and pay tribute according to the treaty, His Majesty promises that all past transgressions will be forgiven! Otherwise, once the formation is broken, not a single one will be spared; you will be killed without mercy!"

"I'll give you one incense stick's time to consider!"

The sound echoed through the valley, carrying a heavy sense of oppression.

However—the formation remained silent, without any response.

Just as Xiong Tian's expression grew increasingly gloomy, a figure in a green robe suddenly appeared at the edge of the formation.

Lin Fengmian stood with his hands behind his back, smiling as he looked at the dark mass of allied troops outside through the light barrier, his tone as leisurely as if he were chatting with a neighbor:

"Wow, so many people have come? Why are they all standing outside like wooden stakes?"

His first words were laced with undisguised sarcasm.

Elder Ling Pozhen of the Heavenly Sword Sect was the first to lose his temper, pointing at Lin Fengmian and angrily rebuking him:

"You little beast! You're Lin Fengmian?!"

"That's right, it's your grandpa, me!" Lin Fengmian raised his chin slightly, his tone extremely arrogant. "Your Heavenly Sword Sect is really getting worse and worse. As dignified sword cultivators, instead of pursuing the ultimate sword path, you're content to be lackeys of the royal family. You've truly disgraced your ancestor!"

Ling Pozhen flew into a rage, his sword intent soaring to the heavens, almost recklessly charging into the formation:

"court death!"

An elder from the Holy Pill Pavilion quickly pulled him back, and said with a sinister smile:

"Fellow Daoist Yao, calm down! This boy is sharp-tongued and clearly trying to provoke us. Don't fall for his trick! The most urgent task is to break the formation!"

Xiong Tian's face turned ashen, and the last bit of patience in his eyes finally ran out.

He suddenly drew his sword from his waist, swung it forward fiercely, and said in a cold, sharp voice:

"Since the Joyful Union Sect is so stubborn, then don't blame this general for being merciless with his sword! Nine sects, heed my command! Form the Breaking Army Formation and forcibly break through it for me!"

"kill!"

Nearly ten thousand cultivators shouted in unison, and various magical treasures lit up with light, their spiritual power surging like a tidal wave, crashing fiercely against the array's light barrier!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Amidst the deafening explosion, the array's light screen rippled, yet remained perfectly still.

Upon seeing this, Lin Fengmian, who was inside the formation, not only remained calm but also revealed a smile of triumph.

"Fool! If my Yin-Yang Five Elements Cycle Formation could be broken by brute force, what kind of level four formation would it be?"

He stood with his arms crossed, calmly watching the group of cultivators outside wasting their spiritual energy in vain.

For the next half hour, the Nine Sects Allied Forces crashed into the array's light barrier like waves hitting an iron plate, suffering heavy blows.

Despite the bombardment of various magical treasures, the explosion of spells, and the crisscrossing of sword energy, the spiritual light of the formation only swayed slightly, showing no sign of being shaken.

Meanwhile, the cultivators who forcibly attacked the formation showed signs of fatigue due to the large consumption of their spiritual energy.

Xiong Tian's expression grew increasingly grim.

"General, if we continue this attack, our spiritual energy will be exhausted..." a lieutenant warned in a low voice.

Xiong Tian gritted his teeth, about to order a temporary halt to the offensive—

Right now!

A huge gap suddenly appeared in the array's light barrier!

"Now! Activate the formation! Kill!"

Lin Fengmian's voice, cold as a knife, resounded throughout the entire army!

The three Xiong brothers, who had been preparing for a long time, were like three tigers unleashed from their cages, bearing the brunt of the attack!

"The Three Powers Battle Formation, let me crush them!"

The bear roared, its sound shaking the surrounding area!

Xiong Er and Xiong San followed closely behind. The three brothers were of one mind and their auras were connected. A huge phantom of a wild bear appeared behind them and roared as it charged into the enemy formation!

Following closely behind were the one hundred core disciples who had consumed the Bloodthirsty Pill!

Their auras surged, and their cultivation levels were forcibly raised by a small realm under the stimulation of the pills! The spiritual energy around them surged like a tide, and their eyes were bloodshot!

After Lin Fengmian's days of practice, the power of the "Six Harmonies Mystic Weapon Formation" was unleashed in their hands for the first time!

Five people form a group, their spiritual energy resonates, and their energy flows together!

They were silent, efficient, and ruthless, like well-trained killing machines. As soon as they entered the fray, they tore through the Nine Alliance's lines like a hot knife through butter!

Screams, cries of alarm, and the clanging of swords instantly resounded throughout the entire battlefield!

The cultivators of the Hehuan Sect were like a sharp knife, stabbing fiercely into the heart of the enemy!

Those cultivators from the Hehuan Sect have undergone a complete transformation.

They are no longer the pushovers that people remember them as only good at dual cultivation and not good at killing.

Five people form a group, their spiritual energy resonates, their auras are connected, and their formation is both tight and agile—some people are responsible for the main attack, and the sword light in their hands is as sharp as lightning;

Some are responsible for defense, forming a light barrier with spiritual energy to protect their teammates; others roam and provide support, specifically targeting the enemy's weaknesses.

The brilliance of the Six Harmonies Mystic Army Formation was fully displayed on the battlefield.

Each group of cultivators is like a clenched fist, with each of the five fingers performing its own function, yet they are a unified whole.

Facing the scattered and uncoordinated troops of the Nine Alliances, they were like tigers among sheep, slaughtering them until they were utterly routed!

"What...what kind of fighting style is this?!"

"How can these people cooperate so seamlessly?!"

"Are they really disciples of the Joyful Union Sect?!"

Exclamations of surprise rose and fell; the cultivators of the Nine Sects Allied Army were completely stunned.

In their minds, the disciples of the Joyful Union Sect were nothing more than empty shells who barely maintained a facade by relying on dual cultivation techniques.

Normally, they would just talk about love, spar and flirt within the sect. They had never seen such fierce killing.

But the people in front of me all had cold eyes and precise movements, like killing machines that had been tempered by countless battles!

"Form the formation! Form the formation now!" an elder of the Heavenly Sword Sect roared, trying to organize an effective defense.

It's too late.

The formation they had painstakingly assembled was torn to shreds by a fierce attack from the Hehuan Sect disciples before it could even take shape.

Lin Fengmian, however, never personally participated in the melee.

His gaze remained fixed on the Core Formation cultivators opposite him.

"To catch the thief, first catch the king."

A cold smile curled at the corner of his lips, and three flying swords hummed as they emerged from his hand—the Lesser Heavenly Gang Sword, the Shadow Sword, and the Golden Edge Sword—their blades clashing in a dazzling display.

Like a streak of light, it shot towards a Nascent Soul stage True Person from the Heavenly Demon Sect who was giving orders!

The man had barely regained his senses when he saw the sword light already before him, and his pupils constricted sharply.

"How dare you, you brat!"

He roared, and his spiritual power surged. A small, jet-black shield grew in the wind and blocked his way!

However—his reaction was fast, but Lin Fengmian's sword was even faster!

The three flying swords did not go straight, but drew three strange arcs in mid-air, like fish swimming around, bypassing the small shield's defense and heading straight for its flank!

More importantly, those three sword energies did not contain only pure sword intent.

Lin Fengmian secretly incorporated a compressed version of the Nine Yang Divine Seal into it—pure Yang true fire condensed to its limit, transforming into a wisp of dark golden fire.