Ye Haochuan seemed completely unaware that danger was getting closer and closer to him.
He only felt that the Sword Intent was becoming clearer and clearer, making the mist around that spark of inspiration grow thinner and thinner.
Suddenly, it was like a clogged drainpipe had been forcefully cleared; all the fog in Ye Haochuan's mind vanished without a trace, and in that instant everything became incomparably smooth and unobstructed.
"Chaotic Dance!"
For some reason, Ye Haochuan shouted out this name very naturally, as if this cultivation technique had always been meant to be called that.
As soon as he spoke, within a radius of a hundred li around him, countless faintly discernible sword currents instantly shrouded the area.
If you stood outside this range, you might not notice anything amiss, but the instant you stepped into it, you would be shredded to dust by the dancing sword shadows.
