Boom!
Bringing down this sword stele was bound to make an earth-shaking racket. When I struck the enormous sword stele for the second time, several cracks had already appeared at its base. Even if I stopped pounding it, it would sooner or later be toppled by the hurricane. But I wasn't about to let Xianwei Valley off that easily!
Just as I was about to strike it a third time and destroy it completely, quite a few immortals appeared around us, all converging on my position!
"Stop! What wild immortal are you, that you dare damage our Xianwei Valley's Xianwei Sword Stele?!" A high-grade immortal from the upper third rank, who had rushed over from the nearest area, shouted furiously before blocking our path and standing in front of the sword stele.
Several disciples had come down with him, each of them watching the swaying, tottering stele with worried expressions!
I couldn't even be bothered to speak with them. With a sweep of my great sleeve, three sets of Vein-Pattern Swords shot out. The attributes of the Vein-Pattern Swords I launched were determined by the attributes of the enemy's evasion techniques or spells, allowing me to choose swords that specifically countered them.
Take the middle-aged upper-third-rank immortal before me. His evasion technique carried a powerful aura of flame, so I chose Vein-Pattern Swords of the Kan and Dui types. Kan represented water, while Dui represented marshes. The first would extinguish the flames, while the second would leave fire with nowhere to flaunt its might.
After the two sets of flying Vein-Pattern Swords shot out with a whoosh, the elemental auras contained within them surged toward the enemy like a tidal wave. The middle-aged man realized at a glance that they were the two types of Vein-Pattern Swords that countered him