"What is the Three Talents Sword?"
Xu Xiaoshou felt poor to his very bones, unworthy of being called an ancient sword cultivator, even though he was the one truly rolling in wealth.
Ba Zunan merely glanced at him without answering, his expression grave as he fixed his gaze on Yan Wuse. "Don't ask. Just find the right time to draw your sword."
"What time?"
"In a moment."
After saying that, Ba Zunan spoke no more.
With a flick of his sleeve, his robes stirred despite the absence of wind.
Though he had made no superfluous movement, every other backdrop on the battlefield blurred away.
Instinctively, all the spirit cultivators on Void Island stopped watching Yama and Number Two's side of the battle and focused their gazes on him.
Everyone simultaneously sensed it...
The Eighth Sword Immortal was about to draw his sword! "A sword can become all things."
Ba Zunan brought his fingers together on both hands and swept them from his chest to either side. Chilling sword intent erupted from his body, billowing clouds aside and scattering the light as his momentum surged.
Invisible ripples spread through the void. Space cracked in patterns, then transformed before everyone's eyes into nine small void swords.
The nine swords descended and rooted themselves beside Ba Zunan. Directed by his will, they formed groups of three, splitting into three sets as they spun at high speed with a humming buzz.
"Nine Sword Techniques?"
Xu Xiaoshou fell into thought.
Though this fake Old Eighth offered no explanation, and his moves were showy as hell, relying entirely on Illusion Sword Technique for flashy effects to draw attention.
The fluctuations of the Nine Sword Techniques were real. The sword intent was real. And his strength was even more real.
It didn't matter if he refused to