Though the silver threads were slender, they were more than a hundred feet long, and their number was over ten times greater than the Sword Rays from before. They tumbled and rolled like silver clouds, cutting toward the front.
"Sword into Silk Technique!"
Young Master Wu forced the words out through clenched teeth. On the other side, the two Cloud Hidden Sect elders watching the battle were also dumbstruck. One moment earlier, they had still been worrying that Lin Xuan was being arrogant and underestimating his enemy; the next, they had already been shaken by his fierce methods.
"Sword into Silk Technique—Senior Sister, I'm not seeing things, am I? It really is the Sword into Silk Technique!"
Although the youth surnamed Long had the lowest cultivation of the four, he was still, in any case, a Spirit Division Stage cultivator. Yet at this moment, he did not care about face in the slightest and cried out loudly.
No wonder he reacted like this. One had to know that while the Sword into Silk Technique itself was not some extraordinary secret art, using it through sword light without relying on the main body was simply too shocking to the world and horrifying to the vulgar. Did that not mean that without borrowing any treasure, the power of the sword lights Lin Xuan had displayed alone was already no weaker than the Dharma Treasures of cultivators of the same rank?
Was that possible?
Aside from their astonishment, the Silver-Eyed Maiden and the other were even more delighted, while Young Master Wu felt anger and fear.
Of course, unwillingness made up the greater part of it. How could there be someone more of a genius than he was?
He was not a sword cultivator, but he asked himself that even if he had