Chapter 457: Disgraceful

"Boom!"

Another violent tremor.

After a moment, the grand formation returned to normal.

Liao Wenguang was extremely excited; he seemed to see the moment when the formation would shatter.

Beside him, however, He Jun was not as optimistic as Liao Wenguang.

His eyes flickered as he stared at the formation, lost in thought.

He raised his Blood Drinking Blade, about to strike again, when he heard He Jun say, "Forget it, Old Liao, you can't break this formation."

Liao Wenguang's expression changed, and he said displeasedly, "What are you saying? Old He, you're not afraid I'll steal your credit, are you?"

He Jun glanced at him indifferently and said, "If that's how you see it, then pretend I said nothing. Feel free to keep trying."

Liao Wenguang's face darkened, and he found himself in a dilemma.

In terms of martial power, he was far superior to He Jun. But when it came to knowledge of formations, He Jun was more than ten times his equal.

With the passage between the two realms about to open, all these Soul Sea realm experts of Zichen Sect were eager to earn merit before the Wind Emperor.

If Liao Wenguang could break the formation on his own, the credit would be his alone, and he was naturally unwilling to share it with He Jun.

But he knew He Jun's attainments in formations; if He Jun wasn't exaggerating, wouldn't he be wasting his efforts?

After hesitating briefly, Liao Wenguang snorted, "Hmph! Try I will!"

Liao Wenguang felt that his previous attacks had already caused considerable damage to the formation. With a bit more effort, he could surely break it by force.

He Jun sneered but did not stop Liao Wenguang.

Without further ado, Liao Wenguang struck again with his blade, this time putting even more strength into it.

Another violent tremor shook the formation, which seemed on the verge of collapse.

Liao Wenguang shot a defiant glare at He Jun and increased his strength further.

Greatly excited, Liao Wenguang swung his blade again and again.

The disciples of Zichen Sect heard a continuous roar, as if the entire Lingfu Mountain were falling apart.

Yet, after more than a dozen strikes, each more powerful than the last, the formation trembled more violently but remained unbroken.

Panting heavily, Liao Wenguang finally sensed something was wrong.

He had delivered over a dozen strikes, each stronger than the previous, and each seemed to reach the formation's limit.

In other words, the limit of this protective sect formation was increasing with his attacks!

Damn it, was it messing with him?

Liao Wenguang gritted his teeth in anger and glanced at He Jun, only to find him watching leisurely, as if enjoying a show.

"Fuck it, I'll fight for pride! I want to see just what this formation's limit is!"

Stung by He Jun's gaze, Liao Wenguang's stubbornness flared up.

In front of thousands of Zichen Sect disciples, if he backed down now, where would his face be in the sect?

Liao Wenguang was now on the back of a tiger and had no choice but to continue his frenzied assault.

He no longer held back any trump cards and threw all his strongest attacks into the fray.

But it was all for naught.

Aside from the earth-shaking tremors, the formation showed no signs of damage.

Liao Wenguang was nearly exhausted; such powerful attacks could not be sustained for long even by a mid-Soul Sea expert.

"What... what the hell is this formation? How can it be so strong?"

"When I saw Elder Liao's attack earlier, I thought the formation was nothing special. But after dozens of strikes, he still hasn't broken it!"

"Wasn't the protective formation of Youyun Sect supposed to be only a fourth-grade low-rank formation? How could it withstand Elder Liao's attacks?"

"Look, Elder Liao is exhausted. To tire out a mid-Soul Sea expert like this, this formation is really..."

"So far, only Elder Liao has been attacking. I was there that day; this formation is clearly being controlled and can actively attack, releasing terrifying light streams that killed Elder Ma instantly!"

Murmurs spread among the Zichen Sect disciples, especially those who had witnessed Ma Yi's death; they were now extremely wary of the formation.

So far, the protective formation had only been on the defensive. The deadly light streams had yet to appear!

What if...

Fear of the worst came true. After absorbing one of Liao Wenguang's attacks, several light streams shot out, heading straight for him!

Liao Wenguang was nearly at the end of his rope, and the light streams appeared at the perfect moment—when his old strength had just faded and new strength had yet to arise!

Liao Wenguang's face changed drastically. He tried to flee, but his yuan power was depleted, and he couldn't move fast enough.

The light streams were far faster and caught up with him in an instant.

"Boom!"

A massive blast sent Liao Wenguang flying, and he crashed heavily to the ground.

He rolled several times, struggled to his feet, and spat out a mouthful of dust, looking utterly disgraced.

The formation returned to calm, as if nothing had happened.

But Liao Wenguang was still shaken. If He Jun hadn't dispersed those light streams at the critical moment, he would have followed Ma Yi's fate.

"He Jun! You knew this formation was dangerous, why didn't you act sooner!" Liao Wenguang snapped as he approached He Jun.

Liao Wenguang couldn't remember the last time he had been so humiliated. Today's ordeal left him deeply frustrated, and he needed an outlet.

He Jun said calmly, "I warned you earlier, but you wouldn't listen and insisted on breaking the formation by force! I saved your life just now, and instead of thanking me, you have the nerve to question me?"

"You!" Liao Wenguang was left speechless.

"This formation is extremely profound. It's definitely not a fourth-grade low-rank formation, completely different from the information we had!" He Jun said solemnly.

Liao Wenguang's expression changed. "What! Not fourth-grade low-rank? Then what grade is it?"

He Jun said, "If I'm not mistaken, this formation is at least fourth-grade high-rank! Even if the Sect Master came in person, he might not be able to break it by force."

Liao Wenguang was shocked beyond measure, momentarily forgetting his embarrassment. "The Sect Master can't break it? Are you kidding? My attacks were about to break it; I just fell a bit short."

He Jun sneered disdainfully, "Give it up! Your attacks were just tickling it! The one controlling the formation was only maintaining it at the mid-Soul Sea level to save yuan power, which is why your attacks had that effect. If not for the two of us being here, you'd be a corpse by now!"