"Clang, clang, clang!"
Millions of swords pierced through Wang Xian's body, then swept a hundred zhang farther, slashing across the still-burning moat.
Like starlight, the millions of swords extinguished the flames that had been gradually dying out, reducing them to ashes.
As the sword formation surged forth and ten thousand streaks of swordlight rained down, the burning flames were doused as if a torrential rain had fallen from the starry sky.
To Hua Mantian and the great general, it looked as if Wang Xian's body had been reduced to ashes by Dugu Mou's river of ten thousand swords, becoming terrifyingly transparent.
In an instant, Wang Xian's body turned transparent, then flickered in and out of sight, as though his Divine Soul had been utterly annihilated.
Even Dugu Mou, dozens of zhang away, was stunned!
He couldn't believe the enemy before him had died just like that!
If he had died, then where was all the blood beneath those swords piercing his heart? Could the boy before him be a wraith from the depths of the Nine Hells?
Sure enough, the boy across from him disappointed him.
Or rather, Wang Xian, hidden in the void, sighed.
He let the millions of streaks of swordlight that came hurtling at him in an instant pass through his body.
They stirred up countless terrifying streaks of Sword Qi across the wilderness, slashing toward the moat, then across it and into the towering city wall beyond.
"Zeng, zeng, zeng!"
Millions of swordlights rang out in the night sky, their dense metallic screeches stabbing painfully at people's ears.
It was just like when he had undergone tribulation in the western wilderness outside the city: lightning had rained from the sky, terrifying in its intensity.
A soft laugh sounded in the wind.
Boom! The ground beneath Dugu