The moment the five small swords appeared, the furnishings in the hall, which seemed to have been given life, abruptly fell silent. A terrible sorrow involuntarily spread through everyone's hearts.
Mr. Ge's brows knitted tight. Dong Xinchang's face twisted with pain, while blood trickled from the corner of the White-faced Middle-aged Man's mouth, and he couldn't help groaning.
"The utmost sorrow, the emotions of heaven and earth—this, this is impossible!"
Senior Brother's flashing eyes seemed to catch fire. "The True Spirit of Utmost Sorrow—you actually cultivated a True Spirit too! You're only at the Third Realm, yet you've already attained a True Spirit. A monster, what a monster! Today, I'll rid the world of you!"
Senior Brother let out a piercing howl. The spinning azure light manifested as a rapidly whirling wheel of wind and fire, bearing down on Xu Yi.
This time, Senior Brother no longer held back as he had before. He didn't attack Xu Yi with just a wisp of killing intent from his True Spirit. Instead, he sent the entire Wind Tomb True Spirit crashing toward him.
As the wheel of wind and fire rolled toward him, the Heart Abandoning Sword leaped and shot forth with fierce resolve. The wheel hummed, its radiance spreading in waves. Everything in its path began to melt away. With a deafening boom, the Heart Abandoning Sword was knocked flying backward, nearly scattering apart.
Senior Brother sneered. "So what if the emotions of heaven and earth condense into true intent? Your cultivation is too low. At the Third Realm, you can barely sense a True Spirit. You hastily refined one, but how could it possibly stand against my Wind Tomb True Spirit?"
Xu Yi suddenly closed his eyes, not even looking at the wheel of wind and fire that seemed to