"You're hiding in the shadows—did you really think I didn't know what you were up to? Using him to draw my attention, then taking the chance to launch a sneak attack. It seems I've been too easygoing, letting you push your luck further and further."
Wang Qingshan's expression turned cold, and a startling Sword Intent erupted from his body.
The next moment, the entire mountain shook violently. All the flying swords began to ring with clear, resonant cries, as though they were living creatures.
The stone platform suddenly split apart, and the azure flying sword flew out on its own. On closer inspection, its front half was slender and crystal-clear, while its rear half was thick and somewhat dim in spiritual light. The two halves seemed to be made of different materials.
The azure flying sword spun through the air and slashed toward the Golden Shirt Elder beside it.
The Golden Shirt Elder hastily brought out a golden shield. It instantly swelled in size and blocked before him.
With a scream, the azure flying sword cleaved the Golden Shirt Elder—and his shield—into two.
At this sight, the Yellow-Skirted Woman and the middle-aged man's expressions changed drastically. They turned into two streaks of escaping light and flew toward the foot of the mountain.
Just then, every flying sword embedded in the mountain rose into the air, transforming into an irresistible torrent that struck at the two Core Formation Cultivators.
Two screams rang out as the Yellow-Skirted Woman and her companion were riddled and chopped into pieces by the dense mass of flying swords.
The azure flying sword wheeled around and shot straight toward Wang Qingshan. Wherever it passed, piercing shrieks of air tearing apart rang through the void.
Wang Qingshan's expression changed. He hurriedly summoned nine azure flying swords to meet