Zhang Yan stroked the Sword Box, hesitating over whether to open it.
He was a disciple of Hidden Sword Mountain, and the core Sword Dao cultivation method of Hidden Sword Mountain was the Nine Hidden Sword Styles.
Hide the edge in the heart, break the edge with intent; a hidden edge was not weakness, but great skill appearing clumsy. A concealed gleam was not cowardice, but gathering power to strike.
Refine the sword with the box, nourish the box with the sword.
The Sword Box and the swords within it were like the foundation of his Sword Dao. Unless he had no other choice, he would absolutely never break open the Sword Box.
Right now, his Sword Dao had yet to take shape. Breaking open the Sword Box at this moment was equivalent to destroying the Sword Dao foundation he had bitterly cultivated over These Years.
Just as he was hesitating over whether to break open the Sword Box, three vines suddenly stabbed up from underground.
The vines were like spears, instantly piercing through a black-robed cultivator's protective Magic Treasure and driving into his chest.
"Ah!"
That black-robed cultivator only had time to scream once before his body was torn into two pieces by the vines.
The sudden turn of events made the remaining three black-robed cultivators turn pale with fright. They no longer cared about besieging Zhang Yan and retreated again and again, warily looking around.
Zhang Yan's expression also changed. He controlled the six Flying Swords to return to his side, holding the Sword Box with one hand while pressing the other hand against it.
But before he could figure out what was going on, more than a dozen vines stabbed up from beneath the ground. Of the three black-robed cultivators, only one reacted quickly enough to dodge