Seventy-two small sword phantoms shot out from the sleeve, and with just a faint flash, they all penetrated into the Gold Lightning Bamboo.
Han Li then formed a hand seal and uttered the word "Rise".
An astonishing scene unfolded.
All the Gold Lightning Bamboo emitted sounds of rumbling thunder, and the bamboo's surface, whether the trunk or the leaves, rapidly changed from vibrant green to withered yellow, then trembled lightly, turning into a grayish white, as if lifeless.
At that moment, a breeze swept through, and the Gold Lightning Bamboo instantly turned to ashes, vanishing without a trace.
In its place remained seventy-two azure, nearly one-foot long flying swords, hovering a few feet above the ground, each radiating an intimidating chill.
A hand made a beckoning gesture in the air.
With a "poof" sound, a flying sword flashed with green light and soared into the sky, grabbed firmly by the hand.
