"I'll try out my own combat prowess again."
As he spoke, Liu Di turned his head and glanced at Master Supreme. "And I'll also ask Master to assess the results of my training."
The next instant.
Liu Di looked up, and tens of thousands of Japanese demon blades instantly appeared in the sky.
Then, the great blades spread across the heavens and cleaved toward Color Joker and his group. The sky and earth boomed thunderously, while enormous cracks continuously formed across the ground on that side, crisscrossing in every direction.
The frequency at which those katana fell was already beyond the naked eye's ability to discern, nearly becoming a blur of afterimages. Judging by the sharp hissing sounds of air being sliced apart, there were probably close to a thousand strikes per second.
Half of T8 seemed about to be chopped into minced meat.
Color Joker and the others had long since been swallowed by the blade shadows.
Master Supreme and Zhang Weiguo were both stunned.
This was "Sword, Come" combined with "Two Shores, Three Blades Style"!
Amid the storm-like blade radiance, the earth continued to shatter, yet it also continuously restored itself, because someone within was constantly using psychic power to resist the attacks.
With a thought from Liu Di, the katana filling the sky vanished.
Color Joker and the others were revealed, panting heavily, their eyes growing increasingly vicious, yet looking utterly disheveled.
Liu Di smiled faintly and looked toward Zhang Buzai, Striving Youth, and the others beside him. Having witnessed Liu Di's immense strength, their blood boiled and their eyes flashed.
Liu Di said, "I'll leave what comes next to all of you."
Their expressions froze.
"You're not fighting anymore?"
Liu Di smiled slightly and swept his gaze over both sides on the battlefield. In an instant,