At this moment.
Outside Hao Tian Hall.
At the topmost dueling arena.
Several million three-foot-long blades rose like a towering wall straight to the heavens, surging from the earth into the clouds!
Arrayed directly behind Lu Chang'sheng.
Lu Chang'sheng, at this very instant, resembled the monarch of all swords.
The swords of everyone present—
Regardless whether their cultivation was weak or profound, every sword cultivator's blade at their waist began to emit a faint, almost imperceptible sword hum!
The sword edges concealed within their scabbards trembled uncontrollably!
As if bowing in worship to Lu Chang'sheng!
This scene made all the sword cultivators' expressions shift in shock; they gripped their sword hilts tightly, forcing their swords back, suppressing them to keep them from bursting out of the scabbards!
Only a sword cultivator can truly understand another sword cultivator.
They knew all too well what this meant!
