Wushangzi watched the scene, suppressing his anger.

“What brings all of you to Mount Shushan?”

“Heh heh!”

From beyond the sky, a towering Dharma image over a hundred zhang tall chuckled.

“Mount Shushan is but a trivial place. We are stepping into Zhongzhou;

do we need to report to you in advance?”

Yu Yangzi, peak master of Little Qiong Peak, roared angrily, “How dare you! Mount Shushan protects Zhongzhou. Who gave you the right to talk nonsense? Retreat now, or you will have no return!”

“You don’t have the right to speak!”

The Ascendant Emperor launched a punch.

Yu Yangzi refused to back down and met the blow with his fist.

“Boom—!!”

Within a thousand li, the sea of clouds vanished.

“Originally, I tolerated you scum out of kinship as fellow humans. But your actions only grow more outrageous. Acting arbitrarily, usurping Zhongzhou—how could I, the emperor, allow this!”

Yu Yangzi laughed bitterly in fury, “Bullshit Ascendant Emperor! With all your filthy deeds, you dare call yourself emperor? And you still call yourself the Ascendant Remnant? Have you forgotten the grand act of refining the souls of millions of innocents for your Dao integration?”

“Arrogant!”

The Ascendant Emperor’s entire body seemed to burst with lightning.

Thunder magic.

In Yu Yangzi’s Dharma image hand, the outline of a sword appeared.

“Mount Shushan fears you?!”

At this moment, outside Zhongzhou,

At Western Paradise Heaven, Star Palace Literary Star Pavilion, Ink Pool Sect in Xuanhuangzhou, and the Ascendant Remnants of Hongmengzhou,

Countless colossal flying ships stretched like a boundless sea.

Additionally, massive mountains transported by the Ascendant Remnants of Hongmengzhou towered, touching the sky and standing firm on the ground.

The Mo family cultivators’ “Heavenly Net” had over ten thousand mechanized kites spreading their wings, each feather engraved with thunder invocation talismans.

Gigantic mechanized puppets propelled siege catapults forward...

Clearly, everyone had brought their best assets to confront Mount Shushan.

Daoist Qing Shi’s gaze fell westward, his voice deep, “The Buddhist sect has always been compassionate, avoiding conflict. Why intervene today?”

A Buddhist chant resounded from the west, instantly filling the air with golden light.

“The Buddhist sect cherishes virtue. But Mount Shushan’s tyranny leaves no choice but to suppress it today—it is a righteous act.”

“Pah!!!”

Daoist Qing Shi spat disdainfully.

“Old Baldy, screw your—!”

Daoist Cao Gu, peak master of Dragon Head Peak, swore vehemently.

“All for the sake of all beings!”

As the words left his mouth, the Buddha, revered as the Western Sage of Western Paradise Heaven, slowly raised his right hand, gently pinching a petal from a golden lotus he held.

With a slight flick of his finger, the petal drifted toward Zhongzhou.

At first, its descent was slow, truly like a falling flower petal.

But as the distance grew, it suddenly accelerated.

“Rumble rumble rumble...”

As the petal fell, it left behind a long trailing afterimage.

The entire sky and earth seemed torn apart. A blinding light sliced through the sky, piercing straight toward Zhongzhou.

Wherever the light passed, space was ripped open, leaving an irreparable rift.

Beyond the twenty-four heavens, the originally orderly star tracks became chaotic, as if losing their inherent order.

And the lotus petal had not yet fully fallen.

A deafening explosion shook the entire Zhongzhou realm violently.

The Earth Veins, struck by this overwhelming power, sank three full inches!

Wushangzi’s eyes darkened with gravity. “Rise!!”

“Mount Shushan Sword Formation!!”

With the deputy sect leader Wushangzi’s fierce roar,

Peak master Cao Gu of Dragon Head Peak, peak master Qing Shi of Falling Sunset Peak, peak master Wang Yushu of Great Bamboo Peak, and peak master Yu Yangzi of Little Qiong Peak simultaneously formed sword seals with their hands.

Five Dharma images raised swords pointing forward.

In an instant, the Earth Veins roared, as if the entire land trembled.

The Mount Shushan Sword Formation was fully activated, unleashing a powerful energy like a torrent.

Outside Zhongzhou’s sky, countless massive flying swords surged upward like a disturbed swarm of bees.

Sword Qi crisscrossed wildly like an inverted Milky Way, majestic and overwhelming.

“Mount Shushan Sword Formation!!”

The Ink Pool Sect’s sect master stroked his beard, “Fortunate to witness the Mount Shushan Sword Formation a second time in this lifetime. Today, let the Ink Pool Sect pay respects to this famed formation!”

With a grand sweep of his hand, a hundred crimson flying ships lined up and surged forth. These ships were not manned.

Each crimson flying ship was connected by chains, which in turn were connected to towering mountains.

Then the flying ships charged toward the Mount Shushan Sword Formation.

“.........”

At this moment, the Mount Shushan disciples looked up in shock.

First, the foremost mountain peeked out from the clouds.

Farther beyond, even more emerged.

Sword Qi intertwined as the flying ships suddenly erupted with fiery red light, like burning meteors crashing into the Mount Shushan Sword Formation.

When the first mountain was disintegrated by the sword formation,

All Mount Shushan disciples clearly heard a rumbling roar.

This was the Mo family’s tit-for-tat strategy.

The flying ships were connected to the mountains, which bore countless landscape talismans, forming a natural imposing aura.

They charged the Mount Shushan Sword Formation en masse, opposing it fiercely.

And this was only the first wave of attack.

At this moment, the sky above Mount Shushan darkened.

The Mount Shushan Sword Formation required the full strength of all seven peak masters to operate.

However, the peak master of Little Bamboo Peak, Liu Yi, had recently died and dissipated.

Just now, news arrived that the Silver Sword Peak’s peak master, Lu Ziyin, who had barely escaped back to the sect, had fallen in battle.

So, only five peak masters were activating the sword formation now.

Five peaks lit up the sword formation while Little Bamboo Peak and Silver Sword Peak dimmed.

Only peak masters could activate the sword formation.

But since Little Bamboo Peak had many disciples and a deputy peak master, its sword formation dimmed slightly before regathering sword light.

Wushangzi clasped his hands, and the Dharma image giant grew taller by several spans.

Amid the rumbling of falling mountains, Wushangzi’s expression suddenly changed.

On the flying ships, the sound of crossbow wheels being drawn rang out simultaneously.

Those finely crafted bowstrings, refined over ten thousand years, caused space to wrinkle.

The arrow feathers carried tiny twinkling spots of light, no larger than grains of rice.

These were not decorative lights but small stars refined into the arrows.

When the arrow rain collided with the sword formation, the stars on the arrow feathers rapidly expanded to their true size.

The Mount Shushan Sword Formation crawled with spiderweb-like cracks.

But in moments, it restored itself.

Then the second wave of arrow rain arrived.

The first was brute force pressure.

The second was poison to corrode the sword.

Wushangzi sniffed the air, detecting a scent of blood mist.

They intended to corrupt the Mount Shushan Sword Formation with filth.

The third wave approached as the sky whipped up a blazing storm.

It was a storm of arrows, each carrying countless refined stars ready to explode.

At this moment, Silver Sword Peak suddenly shone with a streak of sword light.

Silver Sword Peak raised its sword!!