Lin Mu flicked his wrist.
SHING SHING
Two swords burst from the Sword Cradle Divine Sheath at his back, streaking into the air like blue and yellow shooting stars.
HONG LONG
In the same instant, an overwhelming Sword Intent erupted from Lin Mu's body.
It rolled outward like a tidal wave.
The air itself seemed to scream.
Soldiers froze mid step. Cultivators felt their hearts seize. It felt as if countless invisible blades were pressing against their throats, their eyes, their souls.
Those about to charge found their legs refusing to move. Those hovering in the air wobbled, nearly falling as cold sweat poured down their backs.
One of the sect elders staggered back, his face pale. "Sword Heart Stage…" he whispered. "Impossible."
But Lin Mu was not finished.
He lightly began to chant the Severing Heart Sutra.
The Sword Intent intensified.
WUU WUU WUU WUU
Every sword within the city began to tremble.
