Zhang Guangmu's reaction was completely different from what Long Hong had expected. There was not the slightest hint of surprise on his face.
"I knew from the start that you weren't a good person."
As he spoke, Zhang Guangmu slowly closed his eyes.
"Giving up completely and waiting to die?"
Long Hong sneered and waved his hand. A dazzling sword wheel composed of countless flying swords appeared behind him. "Do you think I'll go soft?"
As soon as he finished speaking, streaks of sword light shot out from the sword wheel, slashing toward Zhang Guangmu.
Every one of those sword lights was powerful enough to kill a Golden Core or even a Nascent Soul cultivator.
Even a Seventh-Rank True God, if he lacked sufficiently powerful defensive abilities or treasures, would trigger a chain reaction upon being struck once. His body would then be rapidly ground away by the sword light, leaving his soul scattered on the spot.
Long Hong either did not attack at all, or unleashed a killing technique the moment he did, completely skipping the probing phase.
Although Zhang Guangmu had closed his eyes, his movements were impossibly agile. Hundreds of sword lights in succession merely grazed past him, failing to inflict any damage.
"Hm? Is this... locating my position by sound?"
Long Hong smiled and formed a hand seal. The sword wheel that had been hovering behind him and humming suddenly became utterly silent, no longer making the slightest sound. "Sword Control: Silent!"
In an instant, the only sounds left between heaven and earth were the surging river and the movement of air.
Every sword light bursting from the sword wheel seemed to merge into the world, as though wrapped in a completely soundproof material. Every vibration was forcibly suppressed.
At that moment, Zhang Guangmu suddenly opened