SWISH! SWISH! SWISH...
The scene was undeniably terrifying. Thirty-six blazing swords of Sanyang True Fire hung high in the air before piercing through the clouds, descending to assassinate the Elder of Evils.
Even for an expert at the Innate Late Stage Peak like the Elder of Evils, the attack seemed utterly unavoidable. He could only stare blankly with a look of horror as the apocalyptic rain of flaming swords bore down on him. In that instant, he felt a terror that seemed to tear at his very soul. He could sense that each of the thirty-six flame swords emanated an aura potent enough to claim his life!
As the thirty-six streams of Sword Qi of Sanyang True Fire descended with seemingly no escape, a boundless fear began to rise within him, despite his status, position, and power. It never crossed his mind that a young man who looked to be only twenty-seven or twenty-eight, perhaps the same age as his own grandson, could possess such horrifying strength.
