"Where is Ba Zunan?!"
The Great Luo Nine-Heavens Profound Life Sword, not yet in hand, suddenly shot into the sky.
The Azure-Scaled Spine in his hand trembled and likewise broke free from his palm, bowing from afar in midair.
The sack jerked upward, clanging and banging.
Xiao Kongtong's pupils constricted. He yanked it back with all his strength, and Dao patterns lit up across the sack. Only then did the objects within seem to lose their vitality and fall quiet again.
He stared northward in disbelief.
Clang—
In that brief lapse of focus, the Kongtong Formless Sword he had kept within his body and nurtured for so long actually flew out of him on its own, without command.
"Come back!"
Xiao Kongtong made a grasping motion and barely managed to call his own sword back. He was stunned.
I am a Sword Immortal...
Though he had never taken the initiative to say such words aloud.
Xiao Kongtong knew exactly where his current attainments in Ancient Sword Arts stood within the Five Domains.
He was not in the first echelon—that belonged to Xu Xiaoshou and the older generation.
But if he claimed second place, everyone else could only obediently line up in third and fight over the miscellaneous rankings below.
"Even I nearly couldn't hold onto my own sword..."
As he stood there lost in thought, he caught sight of dozens of swords rising from Fusang, suspended high in the air.
Every one was exceptional. Quite a few were Famous Swords.
Yuelian, Enchantress of Absolute Beauty, Myriad Weapons Devil Ancestor, Voice of Nulan, Tingchen...
"Even Senior Wuyue can't control his sword?"
While Xiao Kongtong found some small consolation in that, he could not help but be shaken. Who could possibly accomplish something like this?
Far to the north, amid the eerie