"Azure robes, white rainbow skirts, raising a long arrow as though shooting the Heavenly Wolf." I softly chanted the song of Dongjun Sword, like a death-knell ballad. This proper golden sun sword was not only noble and dignified, but also carried an air of majesty and valor—more than enough to match the title of Sun God!
The swords of the Nine Songs all had to be kept in sword boxes and drawn only after being nourished for a period of time. Their power was immense, truly just as Guan Miaole had said: the might of a single sword could split mountains and cleave rocks!
Knowing that this sword would be turned against him, North Ancestor immediately drew a short whip from his waist. With an angry roar, he charged toward me first!
It was not only him. The entire harem suddenly lost the powerful aura of a Ninth-Tribulation True Immortal, and all the Ninth-Tribulation True Immortals were shaken. One aura after another rapidly arrived in the surrounding area, splitting into their respective factions as they watched from the sidelines.
I was not surprised in the slightest. With a trump card behind me even in the face of these Ninth-Tribulation True Immortals, I was not especially afraid!
Whoosh!
Dongjun Sword swept out half an arc and settled beside me, storing up the momentum of space and time. Its sword-light drifted along the blade like a murmuring stream. When North Ancestor saw that I had not drawn my sword as I had before, his expression grew even more solemn. This was the difference between a Ninth-Tribulation Great Shaman and an ordinary Great Shaman: the more abnormal the circumstances, the more dangerous they were. Thus, he immediately stopped and shouted angrily, "Mo Tuo! Are you fighting or not!?"
Only then did Mo Tuo,