Above Spirit Transformation

Snow covered the stone steps before the front gate of the Imperial Palace.

Her Majesty the Empress looked at Wang Xian, who was making such outrageous claims in the square, as if he were an idiot.

All the heroes beneath heaven were ants? Then what did that make her priest? What did that make the great marshal before her? And what did that make the people of the Qin family?

Not to mention the cultivators from the South Sea and the East Sea, who had yet to make a move.

Just as Ning Qiuyu let out an angry shout and charged forward again,

"Clang!"

A sword rang out suddenly in the wind, followed by a young girl's startled cry from the crowd. "Father, why did you make a move?"

Before the Imperial Palace, Feng Linglong's expression turned solemn. With a sharp ring, she instantly sheathed the spirit sword she had already drawn.

Since someone else had made a move, she decided to wait a little longer.

"Get back!"

A furious shout stopped the girl who was about to rush out of the crowd. A pair of large feet sank into the snow in the square.

A spirit sword, like a blade cutting through autumn waters, joined with Ning Qiuyu's sword in the wind and attacked the unarmed Wang Xian from both sides.

Everyone cried out in alarm at that instant.

Even Hu Keke couldn't help wanting to throw her horn-splitting blade to Wang Xian.

Even Sa Tongtian cried out, "Do you want to use my sword?"

Wang Xian shook his head and took a step back, immediately putting distance between himself and the two who had suddenly attacked.

His hand flashed, and an ordinary iron sword appeared in it. By the narrowest of margins, he shattered the two swords in