Hearing Chen Changan's warning, everyone retreated without hesitation. They knew very well that Chen Changan had no reason to deceive them.
If Chen Changan hadn't intervened just now, they would have been in grave danger.
"What's going on?"
"Why do these swords feel stronger than before?"
"I feel the same way. This is our third time attending the Burial Sword Convention, and I can tell these swords get stronger every time."
"As expected of Burial Sword Valley. These swords can actually evolve and grow stronger on their own."
"But... Chen Changan said there's something wrong with them."
"Th-that can't be, can it?"
As for Chen Changan and the others, once everyone had retreated some distance, the swords that had been attacking of their own accord abruptly stopped.
They showed no intention of attacking Chen Changan and the others. In fact, Chen Changan even had the feeling that they... were thinking?
Thinking about what?
Were they sizing up their opponents' strength?
Yet in the next moment, the swords returned to their original positions, and the shattered burial mounds gathered themselves back together.
It was as though nothing had changed, as though nothing had happened at all.
"That's downright eerie."
"Hongchen, Myriad Demon, did you two notice anything?"
By now, it wasn't just Chen Changan who had noticed something was off. Da Huang and the others had noticed it too, so they wanted to hear what Hongchen and the Myriad Demon Sword thought.
"I can't say for sure, but something feels very wrong."
"I feel the same way. These swords are pretty good and quite powerful—impressive, even. But somehow, they don't feel like complete swords."
Hongchen and the Myriad Demon Sword couldn't say what was wrong with the swords here. For now, the only thing they could do was capture one and