Li Poxiao took out an old silver talisman that had faded with age. He swiftly sliced his fingertip across it, splattering the talisman paper with blood from his orthodox lineage. Then he raised his head high and pointed with two fingers, opening the sword case. In a clear voice, he began chanting, "Wherever the Baleful Intent points, Heaven and Earth tremble; by Heaven's command, ten thousand swords come forth; when orthodox energy returns to its source, what life can remain? With my true spirit forgetting self, I execute the Sword of Slaying Immortals!"
In the end, this was a battle of life and death. Even Li Poxiao was fighting with everything he had, and he had unleashed his strongest ultimate technique from the very start!
"Not much use!" Xiao Ruizi did not care about his opponent's ultimate technique. He merely glanced at the chipped little bronze cauldron on the ground, then reached into his robes and pulled out a delicate black iron token.
Xiao Ruizi's performance made Li Poxiao frown, but not because of the exquisite iron token. Instead, he looked toward Ding Chen. It seemed Old Ding had feared he would underestimate his opponent and had sent him a secret transmission. But Li Poxiao was simply that kind of person. He did not appreciate the concern; instead, he felt it was cheating. What a damn nuisance.
The radiance around Li Poxiao flared brilliantly. Through my opened immortal eye, I saw his entire body covered in layers of golden energy. They were explosively growing layer by layer, and as the energy rose, the might of his sword techniques clearly continued to increase. Naturally, the consumption of his vital essence grew geometrically as well. When the energy reached its peak, the sword case before him suddenly trembled. Nine swords then hummed