As Tian Jian Zun looked at the three swords, his mouth opened slightly without him realizing it, his gaze locked completely onto them as if he could not pull himself away. The two swords resting at his waist began to tremble faintly, and then slowly lowered, bowing in submission as their presence dimmed before the three blades.
Seeing this, Lin Xiaotian's lips curved into a faint smirk, his eyes carrying a trace of satisfaction as he observed the reaction. Seeing this, Lin Xiaotian smirked faintly, his gaze steady as he watched the reaction unfold before him. Now you see… this is what true greatness looks like.
Just then, the sword mark on Tian Jian Zun's forehead began to vibrate slightly, as if resonating with the presence of the blades before him. The man's expression tightened for a brief moment as he took a deep breath, forcefully suppressing the reaction before it could show further.
