The man's pupils suddenly contracted. His gaze passed over the densely bursting sword leaves and pierced through layer upon layer of void,
BOOM BOOM BOOM!!!
A continuous series of tremors and explosions rang out, and the man's body was pierced by countless swords. Although his body was tough, blood still flowed from him.
Round after round of swords shot down from the sky, bombarding the man relentlessly. The attacks seemed as though they would never end, falling without pause.
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The man had nowhere to dodge. There were probably more than several million, tens of millions, even hundreds of millions of swords constantly taking shape before him. The surroundings had become a world of swords. Every sword could be fatal. This silent, deathly world had instantly transformed into a world of swords. Such a terrifying method was truly unheard-of.
This was the move Zhang Fan had taught me. It could unleash extraordinary power.
At that moment, the man's expression changed drastically. He shouted coldly at me, "Who taught you this move?"
"You don't need to know."
The countless blades surrounding the Primordial Sword World continuously stabbed backward toward him. Although he dodged with all his might, his body still suffered heavy injuries in that instant.
What it brought him was not merely terrifying pain. The countless blades seemed completely unstoppable. Their sheer number alone was enough to make anyone tremble.
Countless blades filled the sky, and every one of them was lethal. Amid the dense, razor-sharp blades, the man sneered, "If he were the one using this move, its power would be enough to slay the Gods and Buddhas."
"Unfortunately, your strength is too weak, and your realm is too low. You simply can't unleash its true power."
"Die." He struck down with another palm. This palm