"Master, what's wrong?"
Jin Zha asked in confusion. Why had Manjushri Guangfa Tianzun suddenly risen to his feet?
Could it be an enemy attack?
The other generals thought the same and hurriedly set down their bowls of wine, rising to look at Manjushri Guangfa Tianzun.
"This sword intent soaring into the heavens can only belong to the Sword Master in this age."
Manjushri Guangfa Tianzun murmured. The moment he said this, everyone's expressions changed drastically.
The Sword Master!
Although Manjushri Guangfa Tianzun had recently risen to fame, his subordinates had no idea just how high his cultivation was. Compared to the long-renowned Sword Master, they inevitably felt there was a vast gap between them.
Jin Zha, however, had great faith in Manjushri Guangfa Tianzun. Even two more Sword Masters would not be a match for his master.
"Prepare the entire army for battle!"
At that moment, Yang Jian's furious shout came from outside the camp tent. The generals quickly walked out, with Manjushri Guangfa Tianzun following close behind.
The area for several miles was filled with camp tents. Soldiers emerged one after another, staring at the tens of thousands of sword cultivators sweeping in from the horizon as they drew their Magic Tools.
The Sword Master's heaven-piercing Sword Intent shredded the sea of clouds. Even from far away, it looked as though it would rip open the sky itself. That sharp sword aura made their eyes ache.
Yang Jian flew into the air and drew the War God's Three-Pointed Halberd. Facing the menacing Sword Master, his face was grave.
At that moment, Manjushri Guangfa Tianzun appeared beside him and said in a deep voice, "Leave this to me!"
Yang Jian froze briefly, then cupped his hands. "Sorry for the trouble, Martial Uncle."
He also understood that he was no match