CHAPTER 1044: IS THIS A LITTLE BIT STRONGER

The two men looked toward Yi Feng, their legs beginning to tremble.

Yi Feng's usual calm and curious gaze suddenly seemed to carry a terrifying pressure. With each step he took closer, their nerves tightened further.

At this rate, their hearts felt like they might leap out of their throats.

Fortunately, Qing Yin Xianyun quickly sent a reassuring voice transmission.

"Don't be too nervous. Senior Yi Feng is broad-minded and won't hold your past discourtesies against you. But you should still learn from this and act more cautiously in the future to avoid offending other powerful experts."

"Remember, there is always someone greater beyond, and skies beyond skies."

"Not everyone has Senior Yi Feng's magnanimity."

The two let out a quiet sigh of relief and hurriedly bowed to Yi Feng.

"Senior."

The young man, especially ashamed, didn’t dare raise his head.

The profound meaning behind those words made his cheeks burn with embarrassment. Recalling his earlier words and actions, he felt utterly humiliated.

Faced with their repeated bows, Yi Feng could only sigh helplessly.

"No need for formalities. Let’s focus on the task at hand."

His words struck like a wake-up call.

Not daring to delay any longer, the two hurried toward the blood-red formation.

Elder Xu stepped onto the bone-littered path first. Gazing up at the crimson mist above, a fierce determination flashed across his weathered face as his fingers weaved intricate seals. Countless talismans flew out from his sleeves, soaring into the air!

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Golden talismans shot toward the blood mist, streaks of light piercing the sky.

Elder Xu radiated an imposing aura, the dazzling spectacle awe-inspiring. His flowing hair and beard added to his majestic presence, exuding the demeanor of a true expert.

Yi Feng watched with wide-eyed fascination, feeling like he was witnessing something extraordinary.

The spectacle was like a human-shaped rocket launcher—powerful and flashy!

Beside him, Qing Yin Xianyun chuckled softly, her tone brimming with confidence.

"Senior Yi Feng, please wait a moment."

"Elder Xu is a master of formations and talismans. He should be able to break this array soon."

Yi Feng nodded.

"Alright."

Formations didn’t seem particularly special to him, but the old man’s methods were undeniably impressive. With such expertise, dismantling this demonic barrier should be no problem.

Yet, no sooner had they spoken than Elder Xu’s momentum began to wane.

No more talismans flew from his sleeves, and his hands slowly withdrew with difficulty. Panting heavily, he turned back with an awkward bow.

"Senior Yi Feng, my lady."

"This formation is… peculiar. It seems to have a will of its own, its core constantly shifting. I expended tens of thousands of talismans in an all-out assault, but every time I nearly broke through, another force would seal the gap. I… am ashamed."

Qing Yin Xianyun’s eyes widened slightly.

Noticing Yi Feng’s resigned expression from the corner of her eye, her face darkened. She had just praised Elder Xu’s unique skills, only to be proven wrong instantly—an awkward situation indeed.

Seeing this, the young man stepped forward with a solemn bow.

"My lady, allow me to try!"

With that, the young expert transformed his hands into blades, unleashing his full power. His entire body radiated terrifying Dao energy, his face contorted with effort as he pushed himself beyond his limits.

Shame had fueled his courage.

The dual palms, infused with his entire Dao energy, surpassed even his peak strength!

"Ha!"

With a forceful push, a gale howled forth!

But when the wind struck the blood mist, it was like mud sinking into the sea—vanishing without a trace after a short distance.

Silence fell, even more awkward than before.

The young man’s face flushed red as he remained in his horse stance, too embarrassed to turn around.

Yi Feng couldn’t help but silently facepalm, refraining from comment.

This old and young duo were all bark and no bite—one a rocket launcher, the other a glorified fan, all show and no substance.

Just as he was about to lose patience, Qing Yin Xianyun’s delicate brows furrowed.

"This formation is indeed extraordinary. It seems we must resort to the Heavenly Weapon."

Her soft voice trailed off as she took graceful steps forward.

Her flowing black hair and elegant silhouette resembled a painting, her sword gleaming with cold light.

The breathtaking beauty and her divine blade complemented each other perfectly, inspiring awe in all who beheld them.

The two subordinates quickly retreated to the sides, their faces filled with shame as they avoided the sword’s terrifying aura, their hopes reignited as they watched their lady step onto the bone-littered path.

Seeing the radiant sword, Yi Feng also perked up.

A legendary Heavenly Weapon—surely it could break this formation.

The three watched intently.

Qing Yin Xianyun held her sword horizontally before her, her serene eyes slowly opening as an invincible chill erupted, freezing the surroundings.

The Heavenly Divine Sword seemed to awaken, emitting a terrifying hum!

"Bzzzzz!!!"

The sword’s resonance echoed like a dragon’s roar, shaking heaven and earth.

Azure sword light gathered, and the gems embedded in the blade shone brilliantly, their radiance piercing the sky. Even the black mist couldn’t obscure it—as if the light sought to tear through this very world.

The two subordinates watched in awe, fists clenched in excitement.

That mighty figure filled them with reverence!

Yi Feng, too, was amazed, feeling like he was watching an epic sci-fi battle.

Damn, that’s like a lightsaber!

The sheer scale and presence were leagues above the two amateurs beside him. No wonder it was called a Heavenly Weapon—stronger than a divine artifact, truly living up to its name!

As the sword descended, its light streaked toward the blood mist like a rainbow!

The two subordinates widened their eyes, not wanting to miss the terrifying moment.

Yi Feng also watched intently, hoping the path to the demonic realm would finally open!

But when the sword light entered the blood mist… it advanced for only a few breaths before fading, disappearing without a trace—as if swallowed whole.

"Uh…"

Yi Feng’s lips twitched.

That’s it?

Seriously?

Such an epic strike, and not even a ripple?

The old man and the young man were equally stunned, their expressions turning grave. They had witnessed yet another failure but dared not voice their thoughts.

By now, Qing Yin Xianyun had retreated, her face solemn.

Gazing unwillingly at the sky, she murmured in disbelief.

"This formation is truly bizarre. Even the Heavenly Weapon couldn’t break it. It seems to possess infinite power—no brute force can destroy it."

Was it really that strong? Even the Heavenly Weapon failed?

Yi Feng frowned in confusion.

Looking up, all he saw was a drifting red mist—nothing particularly extraordinary. It didn’t seem as impossible as they claimed.

If they couldn’t break the formation, would they just have to give up on confronting the demons?

After coming all this way, only to take a glance and leave?

No way!

Yi Feng’s stubbornness flared.

"Let me give it a try."

Since these three "aliens" had failed, and his cultivation was slightly stronger, maybe he could succeed. It wouldn’t hurt to try.

The two subordinates exchanged hesitant glances.

Qing Yin Xianyun hesitated before shaking her head gently.

"Senior Yi Feng, it’s best if you don’t attempt it."

"If even the Heavenly Weapon couldn’t break this formation, further efforts would be futile. We may need to seek help from the formation masters of Lan Star to dismantle it."

"I mean no offense—your cultivation is indeed stronger than ours—but this formation cannot be broken by force. Please don’t misunderstand…"

Though her words made sense, Yi Feng wasn’t ready to give up.

"I’ll still give it a shot."

This girl made the demon race sound so formidable, yet all we encountered along the way were mere experience fodder. Finally reaching their stronghold, only to be told we can’t enter—just loiter outside?

No one would accept that.

Seeing his insistence, Qing Yin Xianyun could only nod softly in agreement.

"Very well, we shall wait here for you, Senior."

Yi Feng strode forward, standing at the entrance of the bone-littered path and gazing up at the sky.

All he saw was a mass of bloody mist—unsettling, perhaps, but was it truly so terrifying?

Skeptical, he drew his great cleaver.

The blade was pitch-black, seemingly ordinary in quality, devoid of any fearsome aura or chilling gleam. It looked even worse than a common weapon, let alone a divine artifact.

Such a blade couldn’t possibly break the demon race’s grand formation.

But who would dare stop a senior who insisted on trying?

Qing Yin Xianyun and the other two exchanged silent glances, resigned to waiting.

Just as Elder Xu sighed inwardly, Yi Feng swung his blade at the sky.

"Swish!"

A single, effortless slash.

The bloody mist instantly split apart!

Within moments, the crimson haze shrouding the sky dissipated completely. Even the lingering black fog seemed to thin drastically, as if blown away by a single breath.

One strike—and the heavens cleared!

The trio stood frozen in shock.

"Tsk!"

Elder Xu’s eyes bulged as he sucked in a sharp breath.

One slash. The demon race’s grand formation was obliterated.

Never could they have imagined that Senior Yi Feng was this terrifying!

Qing Yin Xianyun managed to remain standing, but her face had drained of color. Staring blankly, she was utterly stunned by the sight before her.

This… this was just a tiny bit stronger than them?

The demon race’s formation was infamous for its horror—even divine artifacts couldn’t breach it. Yet, a single slash had reduced it to nothing. The gap between them was beyond comprehension.

In silent awe, they watched Yi Feng’s lone figure standing before the endless bone path, his back towering between heaven and earth.

Qing Yin Xianyun’s expression grew even more wary, her breaths turning cautious.

Her trembling eyes were filled with nothing but sheer reverence.