The Mount Shushan Sword Formation let out one final mournful cry. The peak masters of Mount Shushan stood with blood-stained robes as the murderous tide of celestial forces descended upon the mountain from beyond the heavens.

The Mount Shushan Sword Formation had been broken!!!

At this moment, the isolated Mount Shushan in Zhongzhou looked up to see countless interconnected flying ships descending through the clouds in a mighty formation.

Within Zhongzhou, as blood-red mountains erupted in continuous explosions, Goushengzi took a deep breath and spoke with a voice like thunder, shaking the entire region:

"Esteemed allies, today's outcome is decided—we shall exterminate Mount Shushan!! A new era dawns, and all who participate in destroying Mount Shushan shall claim their place in this new world. This glory, I Goushengzi shall not keep for myself alone!!"

His words stirred unrest among countless onlookers. Were they truly going to destroy Mount Shushan?! To many cultivators, Mount Shushan represented invincibility itself.

A white streak flashed across the sky.

"Hummm—!!"

Greenstone Taoist wielded his sword and slashed downward. "You insignificant worms think you can level Mount Shushan? Overestimating yourselves!"

As the Mount Shushan Sword Formation collapsed, countless flying ships from beyond the heavens pierced through the sea of clouds. Mount Shushan had no other defensive formations—in the eyes of every disciple, the sword formation had been an immovable bastion, making all other defenses redundant. Yet now...

"Kill!!"

Instantly, Mount Shushan became a battlefield. Disciples from forces beyond Zhongzhou swarmed out from the flying ships like ants, wearing varied attire and wielding diverse magical treasures and weapons as they charged toward the mountain.

In the blink of an eye, these foreign forces clashed with Mount Shushan disciples. Battle cries, the clashing of magical treasures, and explosions of spells filled the air with deafening noise. Sparks flew from clashing blades, radiant light burst from colliding treasures, and soon the entire mountain reeked of blood and gunpowder.

The attackers moved with precise organization rather than chaotic flailing—each person knew exactly where to go and what to accomplish. The Mount Shushan disciples initially found themselves at a disadvantage.

Yet though caught off guard, the Mount Shushan disciples quickly rallied through combat experience and instinct. A female sword cultivator from Mount Shushan had her abdomen pierced, and just as her attacker moved for the killing blow, a sudden sword light shattered the assailant's dantian.

"Senior sister!" cried a fellow disciple rushing to her aid. The wounded sword cultivator glanced at her injury, gritted her teeth, and charged toward a descending flying ship with sword raised—attempting to detonate her dantian to destroy the vessel. But before she could get close, a martial artist smashed her to pulp with one punch.

"Mount Shushan disciples are nothing special!" The martial artist grinned and prepared to leap down—only for his lower body to land while his upper half remained suspended in air, dead before realizing who had struck him.

A beautiful female cultivator appeared on the battlefield—Su Wan stood mid-air with sword in hand.

".........."

The Buddhist Sage sat serenely upon his high platform. Under his protection, slain Buddhist disciples regenerated flesh and blood to rejoin the slaughter. Already three Fusion Transcension stage Mount Shushan disciples lay dead near him.

One Fusion Transcension expert trembled as he still tried to raise his sword. The Buddhist Sage chanted, "Why persist, benefactor? Enter the cycle of reincarnation peacefully."

Wang Yushu, master of Great Bamboo Peak, arrived sword in hand to confront the Western Buddhist Sage, who was flanked by five Tribulation Transcension experts rotating prayer beads. Wang Yushu glared fiercely as he thrust his sword forward.

"........"

"Silver Sword Peak."

"Pfft! Pfft!"

Some attackers considered themselves fortunate to be assigned the mission of assaulting Silver Sword Peak—currently the weakest of Mount Shushan's seven peaks. Yet upon entering, they immediately became trapped in a maze formation.

The leading Nascent Soul disciples were eliminated first. A Transformation Spirit stage Star Palace disciple in black robes—handsome with sword-like eyebrows—broke through the formation and promptly killed two mountain-guarding disciples. His companions marveled at his flawless sword heart, recognizing him as Star Palace's Yao Chong.

"We've long heard of Star Palace's genius sword cultivator—seeing you today confirms the rumors." Yao Chong glanced at the Burial Armament City cultivator who spoke and smiled faintly, not particularly impressed. Though both were Transformation Spirit stage, how could a centenarian compare to a prodigy under one hundred?

The Burial Armament City cultivator scanned Silver Sword Peak and laughed: "Mount Shushan's Silver Sword Peak is indeed magnificently beautiful. Cultivating here in the future would be delightful."

But as he spoke, a whistling sound approached. Without looking, the cultivator stopped a silver needle mid-air before his face and smirked.

"Watch out!!"

Suddenly miasma erupted from the ground. "Just some miasma... Ah!!" Multiple cultivators clutched their ears as a "bzzzt" sound assaulted their consciousness.

The Burial Armament City cultivator gritted his teeth. "Is this all you've got?" As he tried casting a spell, he suddenly vomited blood—only now realizing his meridians felt like being devoured by ten thousand ants.

Yao Chong raised an eyebrow and drew a flying sword from between his brows, only to discover green poisonous patterns growing on its surface. The other cultivators tried circulating spiritual energy but found their pathways contaminated with unknown toxins.

"There are parasitic worms in my organs!"

"Mine too!"

"Damn! Is this Mount Shushan's formation?"

"How despicable!?"

"........."

Before they could react, the surrounding space began contracting. Yao Chong now saw the space was composed of transparent net formations rapidly tightening.

"Ahhh!!"

Screams erupted as a cultivator's arm was severed, the stump immediately poisoned. Then torrential rain began pouring from above.

"The formation eye is there!" Yao Chong pointed. The Burial Armament City cultivator charged toward the indicated location, only to shriek upon breaching the formation's core.

Yao Chong thought: "Just as I expected."