A Family of Hopeless Romantics, Except for the Evil Little Junior Brother-Chapter 87: Wailing Wraiths, Heaven and Earth in Chaos
“Hahaha! Lu Ziyin, your swordsmanship is truly exceptional.”
“If you surrender now, I might consider sparing your life.”
“Cut the crp!”
Above Panlong City, six figures clashed endlessly.
Magical artifacts and flying swords collided again and again.
Lu Ziyin was holding off five opponents on his own without falling behind.
And those five Spirit Transformation Stage cultivators couldn’t gain the upper hand against him.
That saying—“invincible swordsmanship among his peers”—wasn’t just for show.
The City Lord took out the City Lord jade token and activated the city defensive formation.
Small formations relied on the spiritual energy stored in the formation core materials.
Medium formations usually leveraged mountains and terrain, drawing on natural forces.
Large formations didn’t just borrow from the land—they linked with ley lines and formed a whole with the earth itself, tapping into the power of heaven and earth.
Even more powerful formations drew from the stars.
Panlong City’s defensive formation was a large-scale one, connected to the ley lines.
Its main method of attack was a barrage of sharp flying swords.
Eighty percent of the world’s defensive formations were modeled after the Mount Shushan Sword Formation.
At this moment, countless flying swords surged out of the Sword Tower.
The City Lord controlled the formation to attack Lu Ziyin.
Lu Ziyin’s gaze sharpened as he watched the swords approach.
“Encircle!!”
Thousands of flying swords swarmed like a plague of locusts, surrounding Lu Ziyin in a dense, airtight net.
But in the next instant, those swords suddenly seemed to come under some mysterious influence and, like a goddess scattering flowers, they shot off in every direction.
They cut through the air in deadly arcs, glowing with lethal brilliance, and surged straight toward the City Lord and those around him!
Caught off guard, the City Lord and his people were stunned.
Their faces filled with disbelief as countless sword lights swept toward them, a chill crawling up their spines and making their scalps tingle.
“City Lord! What are you doing!?”
“City Lord, you hit the wrong people!”
“I don’t know either—the swords are out of control,” the City Lord said, completely baffled.
“Just dodge for now!”
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Inside the core of Panlong City’s defensive formation.
Inside the formation core, two Nascent Soul Stage defenders lay on the ground, their fate unknown.
The Crane-Beak Silver Needle was once again withdrawn into Li Xuanxiao’s palm.
Panlong City’s defensive formation didn’t just rely on those two Nascent Soul experts guarding it.
In truth, the entire city hid more than a hundred seemingly ordinary fake formation cores.
These fake cores were scattered throughout the city like stars, each hiding intricate mysteries.
Among them were as many as 160 deadly Death Gates, each a lethal trap waiting to be triggered.
Even if one avoided all the fakes and Death Gates, passing through the formation unscathed was nearly impossible.
Why? Because surrounding the one true formation core were numerous deadly formations cleverly arranged.
They wove together into a web of killing, illusion, and entrapment.
Step into them, and it was like falling into an endless maze—one wrong move and you'd be doomed.
Unfortunately for them, standing in their way was Li Xuanxiao—the man who had devised eleven known solutions for formations across the world.
Li Xuanxiao didn’t just brute-force his way through the formation.
If the defensive formation were destroyed, Panlong City would lose its protection.
And the fierce beasts hidden in the nearby mountains might attack.
Instead, he placed a reverse formation in the core.
In simple terms, he rewrote the program.
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Now, when the City Lord used the jade token to activate the formation,
the formation would attack the token holder—namely, the City Lord himself.
With the defensive formation’s aid,
Lu Ziyin quickly gained the upper hand.
Li Xuanxiao tracked the time, watching as Senior Brother Lu swept his sword across the world.
Unexpectedly, Senior Brother Lu was holding up surprisingly well.
That meant things were going far better than he had expected.
Roughly around thirty cycles in, they hadn’t even hit the fiftieth version yet.
Li Xuanxiao nodded and continued calculating.
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The City Lord stared at the shattered halves of his defensive artifact, gritting his teeth as he glared at Lu Ziyin.
“You forced me to do this!!”
One Spirit Transformation Stage cultivator had already fallen to Lu Ziyin’s sword.
Five against one, and they still lost a man.
The City Lord chanted under his breath, and with every syllable, the air around them began to shudder, a chilling aura spreading out.
An overwhelming, sinister energy burst from him.
It was bone-chilling, steeped in death, and terrifying to the extreme.
A massive banner appeared in the air.
It flapped violently in the wind, covered in strange runes and eerie patterns, glowing with a dim light.
The moment the banner appeared, cries of tortured souls echoed all around—
mournful wails from the deepest depths of the underworld, piercing straight into the heart.
In an instant, the very heavens changed color.
Violent winds swept through, trees shook violently, and sand and stone filled the air.
Then, the City Lord threw out his arms and shouted,
“Ten Thousand Souls Banner—manifest!”
The banner spun rapidly like it had received an order, faster and faster,
until it turned into a black tornado that shot into the sky.
Countless wraiths poured out of the banner, snarling as they surged in all directions.
Their faces were twisted with rage, resentment boiling over.
Lu Ziyin’s expression changed drastically.
“W-what kind of magical artifact is that!?”
With the Ten Thousand Souls Banner unleashed, Lu Ziyin was instantly put on the defensive.
The City Lord wielded the banner, forcing Lu Ziyin to fall back step by step.
The sinister energy corroded his sword hand until it changed color.
The City Lord laughed maniacally, “You little bstard, die! Into my Ten Thousand Souls Banner with you!”
Lu Ziyin coughed up blood and plummeted from the sky.
The evil aura rained down like a dark curtain.
Boom.......
The ground split open in a jagged trench.
The City Lord frowned—Lu Ziyin was nowhere in sight.
Deep underground, Li Xuanxiao was dragging Senior Brother Lu’s head down with him, burrowing furiously.
“Switching out now, Senior Brother.”
“How dare a mere Foundation Establishment Stage cultivator!!”
The black mist penetrated the ground with ease—but the target had vanished.
Fast escape!
What kind of magical artifact was that?
Li Xuanxiao was driving the Windrider Cart, speeding underground at a pace beyond belief.
Originally designed for fleeing or travel—just as the name suggested, riding the wind—
but in Li Xuanxiao’s hands, it had a new function:
Dirt-drilling cart!
While the City Lord was frozen in shock, he looked around.
Several new figures had appeared nearby.
All of them were above the Spirit Transformation Stage.
A woman in green stood on a crane and snorted coldly.
“Still not surrendering? You’re no match for these Golden Armor Guards.”
Zhao Lu crossed her arms smugly.
