It was said that when Mu Gubei, the founder of the Still Water Sword Technique, chose Mount Lan as the site for his school and spent three years conscripting thousands of laborers to build this Divine Sword Plaza, he had personally driven tens of thousands of iron swords deep underground to serve as its foundation. He had done so to draw on the Sword Qi of those blades and give the school's disciples Sword Intent when they struck.
Divine Sword Plaza had gotten its name from this.
Now, in order to defeat Li Mu Yang, Mu Dingyi had brought down this final sword—and actually drawn out every one of the tens of thousands of iron swords beneath the foundation to form a sword formation.
This was what it meant to spare no expense in pursuit of one's goal.
Tens of thousands of iron swords filled the sky, resembling a thousand armies and ten thousand horses. They awaited only Mu Dingyi's command before launching their assault on Li Mu Yang.
"Mu Dingyi!" Lu Qingming stared at the iron swords filling the heavens and shouted furiously. "Are you truly determined to wipe him out completely?"
Lu Xingkong's eyes were cold and sharp. "How dare Mu Dingyi go this far? Does he really think my Lu family has no one left?"
Cui Xichen had not expected Mu Dingyi to be so decisive—not even giving Xifeng Monarch Chu Xianda any face. When Chu Xianda had clearly intended to plead for Li Mu Yang and ask Mu Dingyi to spare him, Mu Dingyi had still insisted on delivering the final sword.
Moreover, by unleashing all these tens of thousands of divine swords, was he not plainly intending to hack Li Mu Yang into pieces?
Prince Fu wore a look of astonishment, then a cruel smile