Chapter 29: Everything Has a Flaw-Eu só aceitei discípulos por acaso, como eles se tornaram Grandes Imperadores?(Espalhadas como estrelas sobre o rio inteiro.)

The crowd at the Holy Land was stunned into silence by this sudden turn of events.

The masters of the various peaks exchanged bewildered glances, their eyes filled with shock. They had been deeply worried for Ye Xinghe’s safety, never imagining he possessed such formidable means. Why had he never displayed such power before?

Ye Xinghe gripped the divine weapon, sensing the vast, surging power contained within. It was truly an ancient divine artifact!

He swung the weapon gently, and a brilliant azure sword aura, like a rainbow piercing the sun, slashed toward one of the formation’s nodes. Wherever the aura passed, space was torn asunder, leaving behind a jagged fissure.

"Boom!"

With a thunderous roar, the sword aura struck the node with pinpoint accuracy. The formation flags shook violently, and the spiritual energy within the Immortal-Slaying Formation began to churn in chaos.

Seeing this, a cold smirk curled at the corner of Ye Xinghe’s lips. "Patriarch Sima, your Immortal-Slaying Formation is nothing more than this. Today marks the moment of your defeat!"

With that, he flickered through the formation, brandishing his weapon and unleashing wave after wave of sword aura toward the other nodes.

Patriarch Sima laughed instead of showing anger. "Ye Xinghe, while your divine weapon is indeed formidable and your strength not to be underestimated, do not look down upon my Sima clan’s Immortal-Slaying Formation. This array is the foundation upon which my clan has conquered far and wide for generations. How could it be so easily destroyed?"

"It contains the lifeblood of countless ancestors of the Sima clan; its ingenuity and power are far beyond your imagination."

As he spoke, the Patriarch’s hands moved in rapid, intricate patterns. Chanting under his breath, complex patterns of spiritual energy flowed from his palms and merged into the formation.

The chaotic energy within the array instantly stabilized. The black mist thickened, coalescing into the shapes of ferocious, clawing behemoths that lunged toward Ye Xinghe. These beasts, born of mist, spewed black flames and swung massive claws, bearing down upon him with the force of an avalanche. The space surrounding Ye Xinghe was sealed off, his path of retreat cut; he had no choice but to face them head-on.

Ye Xinghe’s gaze sharpened. He tightened his grip on the divine weapon, channeling his internal energy into it. The weapon flared with blinding light, its azure trident-like form transforming into a radiant shield that enveloped him entirely.

"Hmph!"

Ye Xinghe let out a cold snort and swung his weapon fiercely. A massive, crescent-shaped sword aura surged toward the oncoming beasts. The aura carved a deep trench into the ground, and the black behemoths let out wails of agony as their massive bodies were severed in two, dissolving into puffs of black mist.

Yet, more beasts poured in from all directions. The Immortal-Slaying Formation seemed endless; no matter how many he destroyed, new ones arrived in an unbroken stream.

Seeing Ye Xinghe temporarily suppressed, a triumphant smile touched the Patriarch’s face. "Ye Xinghe, you cannot escape today! Bow your head and accept your death!"

Suddenly, a cold, mechanical voice echoed in Ye Xinghe’s mind.

"Host, although this Immortal-Slaying Formation is perilous, the divine weapon in your hand possesses the power to break it. It can help you turn the tide."

Ye Xinghe felt a surge of joy and responded internally, "System, tell me quickly how to use this weapon to break the formation!"

The system replied calmly, "This weapon contains a unique spiritual frequency. You must pour your own spiritual energy into it without reservation and guide this unique power to resonate with the formation's core. Once resonance is achieved, you will uncover the flaw in the node and shatter it in one blow."

Ye Xinghe did not hesitate. "If it’s that simple, you should have said so sooner!"

The system seemed unsurprised by his response. "Very well. Focus your energy and pour your spiritual power into the weapon like a raging torrent. I will assist you in guiding the unique frequency."

Ye Xinghe complied. He closed his eyes, discarded all distracting thoughts, and poured his energy into the weapon continuously. As the energy flooded in, the weapon’s light grew blindingly bright.

The system issued commands within his mind: "Feel the rhythm of the divine weapon. Adjust the frequency of your energy to match the fluctuations within the array... Yes, just like that, continue..."

Ye Xinghe focused entirely on following the system’s instructions. He could feel his own spiritual energy depleting rapidly.

"Almost there, Host. You are nearing the point of core resonance. Once achieved, you can unleash the power to break the array."

Ye Xinghe pushed his energy forward with a sudden surge.

In an instant, the weapon let out a powerful hum. The unique spiritual energy shot forth like an arrow, piercing through the layers of resistance and creating a violent resonance with the formation’s core.

"Now, Host! Break the formation!" the system shouted.

Ye Xinghe let out a roar: "Break!"

He raised the divine weapon high and drove it deep into the ground. A blue light erupted, sweeping outward toward the Immortal-Slaying Formation.

In that instant, a brilliant blue radiance expanded from the weapon as its center. Wherever the light touched, the black mist within the formation dissipated rapidly, and the beasts formed from it vanished into nothingness. The formation flags shook violently, emitting mournful cries.

Patriarch Sima’s smile froze on his face. He stared at the scene in horror, unable to believe his eyes. "This... how is this possible?"

The onlookers gazed at the Immortal-Slaying Formation—now crumbling and spiraling into energy chaos under the blue light—in utter disbelief. This was the Sima clan’s grand array!

"How can this be? The Sima clan’s Immortal-Slaying Formation is legendary, rarely meeting its match. Was it really broken by Ye Xinghe just like that?" a disciple of the Holy Land widened his eyes.

"Indeed. This formation has struck terror into the hearts of enemies in countless battles. It is said to be a masterpiece of ingenuity; even several Mahayana-stage experts working together would struggle to break it so easily. What kind of person is Ye Xinghe, and what is the origin of the weapon he wields?" a senior elder stroked his beard, his brows furrowed in deep thought. It seemed they would have to re-evaluate this master of Tongtian Peak.

The members of the Sima clan were stunned, unable to accept the reality. A young disciple of the clan muttered, "This is our clan’s ancestral defense... it took countless resources and efforts to perfect. How could it..."

Patriarch Sima’s expression was terrifyingly grim. He glared at Ye Xinghe, his eyes burning with fury. "Ye Xinghe, what black magic have you used? This formation should never have been broken so easily!"

Ye Xinghe stood proudly in the center of the array, clutching his divine weapon. He scanned the crowd and spoke slowly, "Patriarch Sima, your formation is strong, but all things in this world have their flaws. Today, I will make you understand that attempting to bully the Holy Land with arrays is nothing more than a fool's errand."

The Holy Master watched Ye Xinghe, a hint of gratification flashing in his eyes. He suddenly felt a twinge of regret for his previous dismissal of Ye Xinghe; truly, a great talent had emerged from the youth!

"Ye Xinghe, your actions have not only resolved the crisis of the Holy Land but have also opened our eyes. The Holy Land will surely remember your contribution."