Teigu World, Qin Empire.
Imperial Capital.
The bluestone floor of the outdoor training grounds gleamed with a cold, hard sheen beneath the sunlight.
Armored soldiers stood solemnly around the perimeter, gripping their halberds and holding their breath.
Their gazes were fixed on the figure in the center, preparing to face four opponents alone.
Jiaxu Idler stood quietly in the middle of the field, an ancient sword case strapped to his back.
His right hand held the Chaos God Sword, its shape bizarre and colors chaotic, faintly emanating a violent, murderous aura.
Facing the encirclement of four newly promoted Rakshasa from the Imperial Fist Temple,
his expression remained calm.
"Please."
Before the word had even faded, Qingsong struck first like an arrow loosed from a bow. His fist wind tore through the air with an explosive howl.
Almost simultaneously,
Chenmei, Kongju, and Xuzhu charged fiercely from the other three directions.
Fist shadows and shockwaves instantly wove into a net.
Rather than retreating, Jiaxu Idler advanced. His blade carved a sharp arc as he met Qingsong head-on.
The next moment,
the sword case on his back shuddered violently, and seven streaks of cold light shot into the sky.
Sun-Cover, Waterbreaker, Soul-Turner, Black Scissors, Soul-Extinguisher, and True Steel—the Seven Swords—hovered in the air.
Then they dove like meteors, swiftly forming a precise sword formation.
The sword formation began to move, the trajectories of the seven swords crossing one another.
Sun-Cover carried dark red currents as it sealed off Qingsong's avenues of attack.
Waterbreaker spiraled around Chenmei like an azure dragon.
Forcing her to change her moves again and again.
Soul-Turner and Black Scissors struck in tandem, dispelling the fist force unleashed by Kongju.
The golden True Steel Sword, meanwhile, collided head-on with Xuzhu's fist techniques like a heavy hammer.
Every clash made the