"Good, what courage!"
Lu Xuanji did not hesitate either. He immediately formed a spell with one hand.
The aura around him rapidly fell, finally settling steadily at the peak of the Divine Lord Realm.
Although his realm had been suppressed, his comprehension of swordsmanship and his battle experience at the Divine King level remained.
In his eyes, this battle held no suspense whatsoever.
"Taiyi Splitting Light Sword!"
Lu Xuanji shouted in a low voice, and the ancient sword behind him rang as it left its sheath.
With one swing, heaven and earth changed color.
The ancient sword instantly split apart in midair—one became two, two became four, four became eight...
In the blink of an eye, the sky was filled with dense sword shadows, numbering over ten thousand.
Every sword shadow radiated a bone-chilling Sword Qi. Like a raging storm, they swept down toward Yang Lingtian.
This move combined illusion and reality, sealing off every avenue of retreat.
Forget a mid-stage Divine Lord—even a powerhouse at the peak of the Divine Lord Realm would be thrown into chaos when facing this sword, and might even die on the spot.
"It's over..."
Lu Tian, kneeling on the ground, closed his eyes, unable to bear watching the carnage that was about to unfold.
However.
Faced with this overwhelming rain of swords, Yang Lingtian did not move at all.
Not until the sword shadows were less than three feet from the top of his head.
Then he moved—drawing his sword, swinging it, and sheathing it.
The movements were simple to the extreme, just like an ordinary farmer in the mortal world swinging a hoe,
with no fancy flourishes and no earth-shaking special effects.
There was only a hazy gray line that flashed past the tip of the Sky-Piercing Divine Sword.
"Ssss!"
A sound