Chong Lou had thought he was only dealing with a minor character at the Nascent Soul stage.
In his eyes, a Nascent Soul cultivator? That was nothing but trash—a weakling. And this one was only at the Early Nascent Soul stage.
Yet after exchanging blows, he discovered that this Nascent Soul weakling was far stronger than he had imagined.
Even facing someone at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage had never been this troublesome.
Twelve spirit-grade flying swords moved as easily as his own arms, slashing, stabbing, hacking, and slicing at him from every direction. The destructive power of each flying sword was impossible to ignore.
Chong Lou shifted his position several times, but the flying swords still doggedly chased after him like a crazed swarm of bees.
This irritated Chong Lou somewhat. He faced the flying swords around him with both hands. No matter how desperately they attacked, they could not even scratch his hands.
Instead, for some unknown reason, more and more flying swords began to be covered in a layer of gray ghostly energy.
Once covered by this ghostly energy, the flying swords' light quickly dimmed. Their power vanished, and one by one, they fell from the sky.
Jiang Siming expressionlessly recalled the flying swords and glanced at the damaged ones. After injecting Spiritual Energy into them, the ghostly energy rapidly dispersed, and the flying swords returned to their original state.
Jiang Siming controlled the flying swords again and launched another attack at Chong Lou. Unnoticed by anyone, he quietly concealed one of the flying swords.
The twelve flying swords on the field became eleven, but no one noticed the detail.
Including Chong Lou himself. He was driven nearly mad by the flying swords. Every time he knocked several away, Jiang Siming quickly repaired them, and