"Robe!"
With Fahai's sharp shout, it was as if his words became law. The crimson robe behind him immediately billowed in the wind, transforming in an instant into a vast red curtain that blotted out the sky and sun as it descended upon Ye Weiming.
So this was Fahai's method?
Facing such a godlike technique, how could Ye Weiming dare let down his guard in the slightest?
With a flick of his sword fingers, the three hundred and sixty Heavenly Dragon Flying Daggers around him immediately began to whirl. Circling his body, they formed an incomparably sharp Steel Torrent and arranged themselves into a peculiar taiji pattern. With another gesture of his sword fingers, they shot toward the descending robe like a well-trained army charging eagerly into battle.
The blades sliced through the air with piercing "hiss! hiss!" sounds. Their momentum was so fierce that it seemed as though the void itself would be torn apart by their peerless Blade Light!
For a time, the heavens and earth were filled with Blade Light brimming with endless sword intent, while the air itself carried a killing aura that struck fear into all who beheld it!
Myriad Swords Return to One!
Yet even though Ye Weiming had unleashed such a supreme technique as Myriad Swords Return to One from the very start, Fahai remained calm and composed. A faintly mocking sneer flashed through his eyes.
"With such feeble cultivation, you still insist on struggling. You truly won't give up until you see the coffin!"
As he spoke, countless rays of Golden Light suddenly burst forth from the robe that covered the sky. Amid the flashing light, innumerable phantom Buddhist figures condensed. Yet these were not kind-faced Buddhas or bodhisattvas, but arhats and vajras wielding Dharma implements and glaring in wrath!
The sky