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Chapter 78 A Mere Formation

Within the formation, the extremely dense blood-fiend energy surged violently like a tide.

Su Qinghuan was already at her last gasp.

His pale purple samurai outfit was now stained with blood, and his once tall, jet-black hair was now disheveled.

A few strands of wet hair clung tightly to her pale cheeks, and the long sword in her hand occasionally let out a mournful cry of unbearable strain.

She managed to block only one vengeful ghost's claw, which was formed from blood energy.

The immense recoil caused her to stagger back several steps, crashing heavily into the hard, blood-red light barrier.

Outside the formation, two Blood Blade Sect disciples leered at Su Qinghuan, whose chest was heaving violently.

"Little beauty, are you still going to put up a fight?"

The thin disciple licked his lips.

"This Blood Fiend Spirit-Trapping Array will continuously erode your protective spiritual energy. The more you struggle, the faster you will die."

As soon as he finished speaking, the hand seals in his hands changed.

The blood mist within the formation thickened, transforming into several ferocious, blood-red whips that coiled towards Su Qinghuan.

Su Qinghuan gritted her teeth, a hint of despair flashing in her eyes.

Even if it means death, I will never let those two beasts succeed!

Her aura suddenly surged, as if she was preparing to burn her life essence to forcefully break the formation.

However, at this critical moment...

A jet-black sword aura shot out from the side without warning.

The sword energy severed the blood-red whips that were about to wrap around Su Qinghuan's waist.

The two Blood Blade Sect disciples' expressions changed drastically.

"Who?!"

A young man dressed in black, holding a long sword, walked slowly out of the mist with an indifferent expression.

Upon seeing the person who arrived, Su Qinghuan's eyes were filled with surprise and delight.

"Your Highness!"

The gaunt disciple sized Lu Xuan up and down, then sneered, "Where did this wild brat come from, daring to meddle in the affairs of my Blood Blade Sect?"

Seeing that the other party was only at the first level of the Soul Platform Realm, he didn't take him seriously at all.

"A mere first-level Soul Platform Realm cultivator trying to play the hero and save the damsel in distress?"

Another disciple grinned maliciously.

"Senior brother, stop wasting time talking to him. Since we're here, let's train together!"

Having said that, he waved the battle flag in his hand and shouted loudly.

"rise!"

The bloodthirsty energy surrounding Su Qinghuan instantly split away.

Half of the malevolent energy transformed into a ferocious, blood-red behemoth, which opened its gaping maw and lunged at Lu Xuan.

Faced with this fierce attack, Lu Xuan did not move his feet, neither dodging nor avoiding.

Only when the blood beast was upon him did he unleash a punch.

This punch was completely devoid of any fancy moves; it relied purely on physical strength.

"Bang!"

A deafening roar erupted in the air, and the terrifying crimson beast was instantly shattered by a single punch, dissipating into a cloud of blood mist.

The pupils of both disciples suddenly contracted.

Before they could react, Lu Xuan's figure had already disappeared from the spot.

The next moment, he appeared before the gaunt disciple like a ghost, sweeping out the Heaven-Devouring Sword in his hand.

The disciple was terrified and frantically activated the array flags in his hand.

"Not good, activate the formation!"

A thick, blood-red light shield materialized and took shape in front of him.

However, in the face of the Devouring Sword, this light shield was as fragile as paper.

With a crisp shattering sound, a sharp sword light flashed by.

The gaunt disciple clutched his bleeding throat and collapsed straight down.

Until his death, his face remained incredulous.

The remaining man dared not linger in the fight and immediately let out a mournful cry.

"Junior brother!"

Without hesitation, he crushed a jade talisman and retreated rapidly.

"Senior brother, save me! This is a tricky situation!"

As the jade talisman shattered, a blinding beam of blood-red light shot into the sky.

Then, a cold and violent voice came from behind.

"Useless! Can't even handle a mere Soul Platform Level 1 brat!"

In the distance, several powerful auras rapidly approached.

Three figures landed on the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

The leader was dressed in a scarlet blood-red robe, his face was withered and ghostly, and he exuded a nauseating bloody stench.

In fact, his strength had reached the ninth level of the Soul Platform.

Behind him were two late-stage Soul Platform assistants.

The surviving disciple scrambled to the man in red robes, pointed at Lu Xuan, and said in a trembling voice, "Senior Brother, it's this kid!"

"He killed my junior brother and broke our Blood Fiend Spirit-Trapping Array!"

The man in red robes was named Cheng Yifeng, and he was the leader of the Blood Blade Sect's team entering the ruins this time.

His cloudy eyes stared intently at Lu Xuan, and he let out a cold laugh.

"Interesting, such formidable physical strength."

"However, those who dared to kill members of my Blood Blade Sect, no one can save you today!"

Cheng Yifeng knew the principle that even a lion uses its full strength to hunt a rabbit, and he did not overestimate himself in the slightest.

"Form the formation! Blood River Asura Formation!"

At his command, the four people, including the surviving disciple, quickly took up positions in four directions, surrounding Lu Xuan and Su Qinghuan.

The four of them simultaneously summoned a large, blood-red banner and began to infuse it with spiritual power.

In an instant, the surrounding space seemed to be stained red with blood.

A phantom river of blood appeared out of thin air, carrying a terrifying aura that corroded everything, enveloping an area of ​​several dozen feet in radius.

The power of this formation is more than ten times greater than the previous Blood Fiend Spirit-Trapping Formation!

Su Qinghuan, who was in the middle of the formation, was pale and felt as if the spiritual power in her body was about to be frozen.

Under the terrifying pressure, even breathing became extremely difficult for her.

"Your Highness, be careful! This is a simplified version of the Blood Blade Sect's protective formation. It's said that even a Heavenly Origin Realm expert would suffer severe injuries if caught in it!"

Su Qinghuan reminded her anxiously.

"Heh heh heh! Now you're scared? Too late!"

Cheng Yifeng stood atop the array's core, looking down at Lu Xuan with a mocking expression.

"Boy, within this Blood River Asura Formation, I am the master!"

"Hand over your method for refining your physical body obediently, and I might consider turning you into a blood corpse that retains your consciousness!"

Despite the despair-inducing formation, Lu Xuan's expression remained calm and composed.

He stood with his hands behind his back, casually glancing over the surging river of blood around him, but his gaze fell on the arrogant Cheng Yifeng.

"With this shoddy, flawed formation?"

Upon hearing this, Cheng Yifeng was furious.

"What did you say?"

"Still talking tough even when you're about to die! Refine him!"

His hands moved swiftly, forming hand seals, and the surging river of blood began to boil violently.

Countless hideous Asura demons materialized from it, covering the sky and the earth like a giant net, engulfing Lu Xuan.

But faced with this terrifying attack, Lu Xuan was not afraid at all; instead, he chuckled lightly.

"If it's the real Blood River Formation, I might have to put in some effort."

"But you bunch of monstrosities..."

Lu Xuan shook his head, his eyes full of disdain.

"In my eyes, it's all flaws."

He moved as soon as he finished speaking.

Lu Xuan completely ignored the demons and monsters that rushed towards him.

He moved like a fish, darting through the boiling river of blood.

Take three steps to the left, and seven steps to the right.

They moved forward two feet, then took a step back.

With each step he took, he landed precisely on the spiritual energy nodes of this ominous formation.

As he took a step forward, the originally raging and turbulent river of blood suddenly became slightly stagnant.