These swords seemed to possess a spirit of their own, swiftly slaying towards the vanishing Emperor the instant he disappeared.
"Grasping the Spirit Sword Formation is commendable, but it's a pity, as I've said, you're too weak." After saying this, the Emperor clasped his hands together, forming a seal, and from the void above, a gigantic black hand emerged, directly crushing the Energy Swords.
"Star-picking Hand." The Black Robe's expression changed, somewhat shocked.
"Killing you would only take a matter of minutes." The Emperor said contemptuously. Wielding a golden sword, he entered the void. The Emperor's hands swiftly formed seals again, and in a moment, six energy pillars surged forth, interlinking with each other to form a space. Within this space, all kinds of powers burst forth, assaulting the Black Robe.
