This sword was faster than the one Yang Xu had just swung!
To everyone watching, it was clearly just a casual slash, yet there was no way to dodge it!
The instant Yang Xu was sent hurtling backward, his left hand suddenly tensed.
"Voom!" A flash of light burst forth, shooting toward Wang Xian like lightning!
It was a slender dagger, lunging like a venomous snake, ready to bite Wang Xian.
"Ding!" A clear ring rang out.
The lightning-fast strike stopped right in front of Wang Xian, unable to advance another inch!
As the dagger fell, Yang Xu didn't stop. Another sword flash came slashing after it.
No, it wasn't one sword, but countless streaks of Sword Qi, unleashed in an instant!
This sword... where had Wang Xian seen it before?
Was it when Granny Hundred Flowers fought his master last year, or at the Kunlun Sword Sect?
From three, he manifested all things. In a single instant, Yang Xu had unleashed thirty-six swords!
This was the very limit of his cultivation!
Thirty-six deadly streaks of Sword Qi twined around each other, seeming to transform into a sword formation that trapped Wang Xian within it before cutting him down!
But after bathing in dragon blood, Wang Xian was no longer the boy he'd been when he first arrived at the Sword Sect.
In his eyes, these thirty-six swords still couldn't form a true formation, and he had no intention of breaking through it by force.
His strength simply wasn't great enough—not enough to make Yang Xu feel fear.
Before the thousands of cultivators could make out what was happening, the thirty-six streaks of Sword Qi had already vanished from before Yang Xu.
As he gripped his spirit sword and stared coldly at Wang Xian, his face remained expressionless, though he