"How did you do it, Master?"
Zhong Lin's face was full of disbelief, and he even pinched himself hard to confirm he wasn't dreaming.
These were not illusions shaped by Spiritual Origin, but genuine Divine Weapons.
Summoning thousands of Divine Weapons from millions of miles away, transforming into a Sword Dao torrent, unstoppable in its path.
You must know that the lowest grade of these Divine Weapons are Mystical Artifacts, among which are also Treasure and King's Weapons.
Using these Weapons as attacks, even Sealing King strong people would not dare to underestimate them.
Chi Zhonglin patted Zhong Lin's shoulder, smugly saying, "Our Sword Pavilion has many secrets! This is just a small trick, keep watching."
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Swords fell like rain, the Divine Weapons of former generations' predecessors of the Sword Pavilion now enshrouding the Holy Desolate King, Wilderness Desolate King, and God Desolate King.
