"It still had to be Ba Zunan!"
At Ancient Past Forget-Worry Pavilion, Xu Xiaoshou leaned against the window, gazing at the sword sea that blotted out the sky outside, his face full of wistful sighs.
With Absolute Imperial Rule of the Myriad Sword Technique alone, he could summon so many swords across the Five Domains.
All one could say was that beneath a great reputation, there were no hollow men! Ba Zunan really had some skill.
In truth, even with the Emperor Venerable Seal, it was easy enough to issue an edict to the juniors... oh, his peers, and command their Famous Swords.
But at the level of Gou Wuyue and Feng Tingchen, it was clear that if the two wished to resist, it would probably be like Hua Changdeng's Ghost Hunter, requiring another stretch of deadlock.
That was still terrifying enough.
If this happened in battle, who could withstand their own sword wavering at a critical moment?
Fortunately, the goodwill from those jugs of wine earlier had paid off.
Counting those forcibly taken from around Spirit Lake, those in Xiao Kongtong's sack, those in Storyteller's Yin-Yang Life-and-Death Ledger, Hua Changdeng's...
There were twenty Famous Swords on site, with only the Yanmang on his person missing! "Master Shou, the whole world is waiting for you."
On the other side of the window, Kong Yuhen likewise watched the situation outside.
A faint smile rested on his face, and his voice was gentle. One could not tell at all that the two had just gone through a fierce quarrel.
"I know."
Xu Xiaoshou smiled and nodded, yet did not leap out the window toward the Spirit Lake battlefield.
Instead, he withdrew his gaze and looked at Kong Yuhen. "Origin True Stele: Time, you really can't give it to me?"
After being tempered