Wait, How Did My Digital Girlfriend Become a Sword Immortal?-Chapter 709: Tribulation Initiated

Chapter 709: Tribulation Initiated

The sword formation operated like a grinding mill, with countless millions of sword shadows twisting and killing through the void.

Chen Huaian stood at the core, his body like a sword pivot, guiding with his fingertips.

Clang——!

Terrifying sword qi capable of tearing the heavens crisscrossed and sliced, forcing the Five Great Demon Saints to retreat repeatedly.

The Mountain-Moving Sage's fists, wrapped with mountain-shattering force, smashed toward a hundred-zhang sword aura slashing at him, but his demonic body trembled violently from the impact, his fist armor cracking.

The Manifestation Sage's giant axe chopped down, creating an ear-piercing metallic clang, the axe blade actually chipping from the invisible sword qi.

The black mist transformed by the Black Wind Sage tried to erode the sword formation's edge, but was scorched sizzling by suddenly brightening formation patterns, the black mist churning and dispersing.

The Venomous Foe Sage's venomous needles were insidious and cunning, each time stinging toward the formation core cultivators, yet always precisely intercepted by a condensed sword intent casually pointed out by Chen Huaian, annihilating into nothingness.

The Golden-Winged Roc was the fastest, its golden feathers falling like a waterfall across the sky, yet could only create ripples at the sword formation's periphery, completely unable to shake its foundation.

The five saints combined their strength, demonic energy soaring to the heavens, initially barely able to hold on.

But Chen Huaian alone with his sword controlled the entire situation.

His sword moves no longer sought instant kills, but were like a skilled butcher dissecting an ox.

As sword light flowed, he could always find those fleeting flaws at the instant the five saints' attacks connected.

One move "Long Wind Breaks Waves" carried sword intent like cold stars, condensed like needles.

The sword aura pierced through like an emerging azure dragon, penetrating the weak point in the Black Wind Sage's protective demonic mist, leaving a massive bloody hole through his shoulder blade.

The Black Wind Sage could only howl miserably and retreat violently.

The Mountain-Moving Sage's mind wavered slightly from his companion's injury, and Chen Huaian's "Cutting Lou Lan" sword seized the opportunity.

The sword stance descended like an invisible colossal peak pressing down, forcing his mighty body to suddenly crouch, his knee bones emitting unbearable cracking sounds, leaving him no choice but to raise his spiritual treasure giant hammer with both hands to withstand Chen Huaian's sky-filling sword, with no opportunity to care about the Black Wind Sage's life or death.

The Manifestation Sage roared and rushed forward to rescue, his giant axe sweeping horizontally, but Chen Huaian's figure shifted like a ghost within the sword formation, countering with a "Sword Falls Like Galaxy" move, vast sword qi pouring out like an inverted silver river, violently tossing both the Manifestation Sage and his axe away, smashing through a floating mountain peak.

The five demon saints' formation completely collapsed, their mutual support severed by the sword formation.

Like giant beasts trapped in quagmire, possessing brute strength yet constrained everywhere.

Sword marks continuously multiplied on their bodies, demon blood sprinkling across the sky, instantly evaporated by the sharp sword qi.

They had no choice but to retreat repeatedly, far avoiding the core area enveloped by the sword formation's sharp edge.

"Damn it! This sword formation's turtle shell is too hard!" The Mountain-Moving Sage covered a deep, bone-visible sword wound on his chest, panting heavily as he roared.

He had previously taken advantage of Chen Huaian's inattention to smash his hammer hard against the sword formation.

Yet the sword formation only shook slightly, completely unmoved.

Clearly this sword formation wasn't just a killing array, but also a defensive formation, with more cultivators in the formation increasing both defensive and offensive power.

A cunning light flashed in the Golden-Winged Roc's eyes, its sharp voice ringing out: "Attacking the formation is useless! Look at those ants in the formation cores! They can't move! But their sects, their disciples and descendants are all waiting in their lairs!" It flapped its wings, making as if to charge toward the east far from Taizhou Mountain, "This great sage will first bloodbath those eastern sects, let's see if they come out to save them!"

"Jie jie! Good idea!" The Black Wind Sage endured his pain, black mist rolling toward the west, "The west belongs to me!"

"South side!" The Manifestation Sage roared.

"North side!" The Venomous Foe Sage chuckled darkly.

The Mountain-Moving Sage understood, grinning ferociously as he pounced southeast: "Then I'll go raid the Moon Shadow Sect's old nest! Let's see if you can keep hiding in this turtle shell!"

The five great demon saints suddenly dispersed, transforming into five terrifying demonic rainbows, shooting toward different directions across the Cangyun Realm!

Within the sword formation, instant chaos erupted.

"Not good! They're going after our sects!" The Blade Sect Master Fu Hongyu's face turned deathly pale, the hand gripping his sword bulging with veins.

"My disciples are still at the sect!" The Bliss Sect's Wang Dagen jumped anxiously, no trace of smugness left in his eyes, only urgency.

"Ancestor! Let us go out! Our sect foundations cannot be destroyed!"

The Zen Sect's Fa Dahai clasped his hands, voice trembling, forced composure unable to hide the panic in his eyes.

"We are useless, senior protected us by arranging this great formation, yet we cannot help senior at all, now we're being used by the demon race to burden senior... but... but the junior sect members are innocent!" A medium-sized sect leader's voice choked with emotion, deeply bowing toward Chen Huaian's direction, "We beg senior to release us from the formation! Even if we perish and our path vanishes, we must protect our sect's bloodline! We absolutely dare not resent senior!"

Within the formation cores, countless cultivators gazed intently toward Chen Huaian at the center, their eyes filled with fear, determination, and profound worry for their sect's inheritance.

They knew leaving the formation to face the five great demon saints was almost certain death.

But now, the thought of protecting their sects overwhelmed their fear of death.

Chen Huaian's brows furrowed deeply, his eyes cold as ten-thousand-year ice.

His figure flickered, already leaving the sword formation core, instantly appearing before the fleeing Mountain-Moving Sage, a sword curtain spanning the horizon once again blocking him.

"Get lost!" The Mountain-Moving Sage roared furiously, giant fists smashing.

But the other four demonic rainbows took advantage of Chen Huaian intercepting Mountain-Moving, shooting even faster toward the distant horizon, on the verge of leaving the battlefield!

Chen Huaian forced Mountain-Moving back with one sword, looking back at the four nearly vanishing demonic rainbows, then sweeping his gaze over the anxious, desperate faces in the sword formation wanting to leave and march to their deaths.

A sky-filling killing intent, like a volcano dormant for ten thousand years, suddenly erupted from Chen Huaian's eyes!

That killing intent was icy, pure, almost freezing the air before him.

"I didn't want to do this so quickly..."

Chen Huaian's low voice echoed in the ears of every cultivator and demon sage, the anger in his tone gradually subsiding.

Leaving only a deathly silence carrying destructive will.

"Since it's come to this..." 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

Chen Huaian suddenly looked up, his gaze piercing through the chaotic battlefield, directly stabbing toward the lofty heavens.

His right hand formed sword fingers, no longer pointing toward any demon saint, but with a resolute will, boldly stabbing toward the sky!

"Zheng——!"

This sound didn't come from a sword's cry, but from the trembling hum of heaven and earth's rules themselves, suddenly resonating throughout the universe.

Wind, stopped.

Clouds, gathered.

The entire Taizhou Mountain area, and even the spiritual energy of heaven and earth further away, like summoned soldiers.

Swirling like whirlpools, they swarmed toward Chen Huaian's sky-pointing sword fingers.

Heaven and earth lost color, rules boiled.

A supreme pressure almost equivalent to when Tu Shan Yue ascended to immortality, like a slumbering ancient giant god opening its eyes, began slowly gathering deep in the heavens.

The Blade Sect Master Fu Hongyu watched the black-robed sword cultivator suspended in mid-air, his face changing.

"The rules of heaven and earth are gathering!"

"It's Senior Chen!"

"Senior Chen actually triggered the heavenly tribulation!"