"Thousand Lakes Sword!" From where Luo Qing stood, she felt countless demonic shadows trying to burrow into her body. They could weave themselves into all kinds of inner-demon illusions. Not only could they affect her Primordial Spirit, they also possessed immense killing power.
Luo Qing merely flicked a finger, and a string of crystal-clear droplets formed a flying sword that slashed forward.
The droplets that made up the flying sword looked tiny, yet each contained a world of its own, like mirrors of all shapes and sizes, refracting countless sword shadows.
In an instant, layers of sword shadows appeared all around her, converging into a river before slashing out in every direction. The edges of these swords carried no aura of slaughter, but an inexplicable vitality and spirit.
The Nine-Calamity Demon Dragon gave a startled exclamation. Its inner-demon calamity domain felt brimming with life beneath the layers of sword shadows, like a spring breeze washing over it.
The Daoist aura around Luo Qing seemed to possess not the slightest hint of killing power, and her cultivation was relatively shallow. Yet, unexpectedly, she had given the Nine-Calamity Demon Dragon an inexplicable sense of threat.
The sword intent itself was not particularly powerful. What truly impressed the Nine-Calamity Demon Dragon was the vibrant vitality within it—the Daoist aura that pointed straight to the source of life.
A true dragon had emerged. No wonder he was so blessed by fate; even the followers at his side were all exceptional talents.
Whether it was the Black Dragon, Lu Wushuang, the Ksitigarbha Twelve-Winged Scorpion Demon, or Nine-Ren Mountain, the immortal army had no shortage of fighters whose strength matched theirs, or even surpassed it.
But the immense potential in the Black Dragon, Lu Wushuang, and the others was plain to see. They were no ordinary