The treasured swords and Flying Swords throughout the city trembled and rang, stirring the cultivators into a frenzy. Some even lifted their own swords high into the air.
"It's Sword Venerable Fudao's Sword Intent!"
"Sword Venerable Fudao heard our cries!"
"This Sword Intent belongs to Sword Venerable Fudao!"
"Such vast Sword Intent should be able to contend against Six-Headed Jiaoluo, right?"
"Where is Sword Venerable Fudao? Could he be in the city?"
Heaven-shaking clamor erupted throughout the city, and everyone was thrilled.
Clang—
The sound of blades leaving their sheaths suddenly drowned out the uproar. Sword after sword rose into the sky, their tips pointing upward as they hovered at the same height. Their number exceeded a million, their sword light gleaming so brightly that even the flying snow filling the heavens could not conceal it.
On the Heaven-Mending Platform, Gu Zong rose to his feet. The other disciples did the same, all gazing up at the swords in the sky.
Emperor Fiend stood atop the eaves, looking up at this sight. His face was filled with disbelief.
"Such Sword Intent..."
Emperor Fiend muttered to himself. Having spent so many years in the Taixuan Sect, he had gained a deep understanding of Sword Venerable Fudao's Sword Intent. He had thought he had already overestimated Sword Venerable Fudao, but only now did he realize how unfathomable the man truly was.
Even with cultivation at the third layer of the Profound Heart Realm, Emperor Fiend still felt that this Sword Intent was an unreachable height.
Under the gazes of everyone in the city, over a million swords flew north in unison. Sword Qi erupted, scattering the snow between heaven and earth with unstoppable force. In the blink of an eye, they vanished beyond the horizon, cleaving the vast white sky in two