Keeping guard against those Sword Intents, whose obsessions had hardened into steel, was one thing. More troubling was the Flying Dragon itself—its sharpness was simply unprecedented. After clashing with his Great Mang Saber several times, several deep gashes had already appeared on the saber. He no longer dared to meet it with full force, afraid that one careless strike would chop the Great Mang Saber in two.
Before long, Great Demon King Li Tian had figured out the secret of the Six Dragon Snow Blue Sword. He discovered that the snow-blue rainbow dragons on those three flying swords had all been transformed from that bizarre Sword Intent. The reason the flying swords possessed such strange Sword Intent was clearly because someone had used incomparably powerful Sword Intent to awaken the True Spirit within the Sword, which clung to and guarded the Sword Intent. Once controlled by someone, the flying swords would immediately erupt with powerful Sword Intent to lend their might, following intent as their power doubled.
Chased everywhere by the three Flying Dragons, Great Demon King Li Tian was miserable beyond words. He possessed a body full of abilities, yet before such a formidable treasure, he had no room to use them. Only now did he finally understand why Jin Tai and Bai Qi, whose cultivation was close to his own, had lost their thrones as Immortal Emperor and Nether Emperor. He finally understood why the ever-arrogant Great Demon King Hei Qi had been chased everywhere and had even asked him for aid. There really was something strange about this.
He bitterly regretted listening to Great Demon King Hei Qi and getting involved in this war. But if he fled now, what would become of the hundred thousand troops he had brought to guard the passage between the Immortal