In no time, the sky collapsed, sand and rocks obscuring the heavens. Beneath the colossal power of the blade, all signs of life flashed and vanished, the entire area resembling a fully-operational meat grinder. Everything between heaven and earth would be sliced to pieces, dispersing into nothingness.
Ye Fengsheng gently raised his hands, and the three Spirit Swords embedded in the ground rushed back, stepping into the open space, striding through the gang. At the moment the three short swords encircled his body, thousands of mighty swords, together with the Sword Gang, appeared within the Sword Array like towering peaks, advancing towards the chaotic and void Guiyuan Temple ruins.
Standing in the sky, Ye Fengsheng's sleeves gently swayed.
As seen before him, countless transparent daggers broke through the chaos, unleashing all the swordsmanships, suspending the elderly monk dressed in a red Vestment robe in mid-air within the array.
