After Luo Biao summoned the Mother-Child Swords, a sinister, ruthless look flashed across his face. His hands fluttered up and down like butterflies weaving through flowers, seven-colored light flickering as several incantation seals sank separately into the child swords all around him.
A cold, gloomy surge of spiritual power rippled through the space. The six child swords abruptly spun faster, and from their blades they released a hazy blue mist of water.
With a boom, the spray burst apart, transforming into a whirling tornado several zhang thick, water surging within it. Its momentum looked terrifying to the extreme.
The shadow between Lin Xuan's brows deepened. He had not expected the Mother-Child Swords to come with water-attribute attacks as well. At once, he hesitated no longer. Extending his index and middle fingers, he jabbed twice toward the Hook Sword circling above his head.
Accompanied by a sound like a dragon's roar, the Hook Sword twisted several times in the air, its form swelling madly. In almost the blink of an eye, it transformed into a giant dragon blazing with flames.
Shape-Shifting Art?
A trace of horror flashed across Luo Biao's face, but he immediately shook his head. No, that was a divine ability only Core Condensation experts possessed.
And of course, Lin Xuan did not stop with that one move. With his other hand, he slapped his Storage Bag. Golden light flashed, and he took out a spiritual tool shaped like a brick.
Then, without the slightest hesitation, Lin Xuan poured spiritual power into it. The brick rapidly grew larger and longer, and an astonishing might soared into the sky. One glance was enough to tell that it possessed tremendous power.
He had only just activated the two spiritual tools when a wailing sound reached his ears. Lin Xuan was startled