The Sword Valley was no longer the Sword Valley it had once been.
Zhang Yang was still the Zhang Yang he had always been.
The moment he took a step inside, countless cold stars burst forth. He could see nothing else—only ten thousand swords shrieking through the sky like a galaxy, bearing down on Zhang Yang.
Such power could heavily injure any Nascent Soul-level expert, because this consisted of thirteen thousand nine hundred and seventy-two swords, plus a Sword Master-level flying sword.
Zhang Yang had nearly died here in an instant the moment he entered the Sword Valley before, and had hurriedly retreated.
Now, it seemed there was no way to avoid the fate awaiting him.
Even if he used Demon Language: Shadow, he could not escape the dense sword qi filling the entire area. There was simply too much of it.
It was almost impossible to imagine just how high the sword-qi radiation here was.
So at this moment, Zhang Yang did only one thing. He brought out his Summer Wind Sword Control, along with his other three Profound-grade flying swords, then severed his connection to them. This was tantamount to offering those four Profound-grade swords on a platter.
Sure enough, at that instant, the deadly killing intent suddenly stopped, hovering above Zhang Yang's head.
This was the only method, because the Sword Master would never pass up an opportunity to recruit another subordinate.
How powerful it would become in the future would depend by half on how many swords it could control.
If it blasted Zhang Yang to death with ten thousand swords, that would also mean blasting those four Profound-grade swords to death.
"Uuuu!"
A tremendous sword cry rang out. The swords filling the sky began circling of their own accord, forming a natural Vortex Sword Array.