A clear sword cry rang out. More than a thousand Azure Flying Swords danced erratically through the sky, and wherever they passed, the void gave off piercing whistles as a powerful current of air emerged from nowhere.
Wang Qingshan's gaze turned cold. He stepped forward, and the thousand-plus Azure Flying Swords abruptly transformed into an azure sword wyrm more than thirty zhang long, its jaws wide and fangs bared, savage beyond measure.
The azure sword wyrm circled through the air, then lunged at Zhao Richen with every intention of tearing him to pieces.
Zhao Richen remained unruffled. Forming a hand seal, he sent countless grains of Yellow Sand flying into the air. After whirling about overhead, they transformed into two Yellow Giants over ten zhang tall, their bodies shrouded in a layer of yellow glow. One wielded a Yellow Wolf Tooth Mace, while the other held a Yellow Giant Sword five zhang long.
His hand seal changed, and the two Yellow Giants swung their weapons at the azure sword wyrm.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
A string of muffled metallic crashes rang out as the Yellow Wolf Tooth Mace and Yellow Giant Sword hacked into the azure sword wyrm, bursting with golden light.
Wang Qingshan snorted softly. His aura surged, and the azure sword wyrm's radiance flared as its body swelled by more than a full circle. Its body spun rapidly, transforming into a hazy Azure Tornado that crashed toward the two Yellow Giants. Wherever the Azure Tornado swept past, vast amounts of Yellow Sand were sucked into it, producing muffled ding ding sounds.
This was a clash between a Minor Divine Ability and a Spiritual Art. Wang Qingshan and Zhao Richen had the same cultivation, but Wang Qingshan had comprehended Sword Intent. Empowered by Sword Intent, the Minor Divine Ability's might