The time has come.
Situ Xing's eyes shot out starlight, and he suddenly spoke, his voice resonating like metal clashing, echoing endlessly in the martial arts arena.
"Ning Zhuo."
"Next, I will make you pay for your disdain towards me!"
He floated in mid-air, silver hair fluttering, the deep blue magic robe rustling in the wind. Around him, seven star sword phantoms formed the shape of the Big Dipper, the sword qi rising and falling like a tide.
The Beidou Seven Luminaries Sword Formation, complete.
At this moment, Situ Xing's aura soared to its peak, silver-white starlight continuously gushing from his body, like a real star descending to the mortal world.
The Star-drawing Sword pointed.
The Beidou Seven Luminaries Sword Formation launched.
The seven star sword phantoms simultaneously erupted with dazzling brilliance—Tian Shu, Tian Xuan, Tian Ji, Tian Quan, Yu Heng, Kai Yang, Yao Guang, shooting forth.
