"Then the Rainbow Swords are a perfect set of killing weapons!" Arushiman proudly raised his head. "But I don't believe you possess the power to modify them in any way. I forged them using extraordinarily rare stellar rainbow gemstones. I know every detail of them. Although they were one of my immature works, their internal structure is incomparably stable, flawless and perfect. Any external force attempting to alter them can only destroy them!"
Lin Qi snorted coldly and opened his mouth. A thick black torrent, glimmering with a sinister crystalline light, poured from his mouth—just a trace of the core power of Hell's origin, newly condensed. Bilibili had just branded his soul imprint onto the seven short swords capable of hovering and flying on their own. As that streak of black light from Hell sprayed forth, the seven short swords let out a simultaneous groan, and their rainbow radiance swiftly began to draw inward.
A few breaths later, the seven short swords had become dim and lightless. Gradually, they turned into faint shadows and smoothly merged into Bilibili's shadow. Under Bilibili's control, the seven sword-shadows sometimes fused into one, sometimes split into dozens of afterimages. They flew without sound or trace; even with the power of Lin Qi's soul, he could not detect the paths of those seven short swords in flight.
"This is..." Arushiman's face abruptly turned extremely ugly. He struggled to lift his head and stared fixedly at Lin Qi's face. "You... just what kind of terrifying existence have you mastered? You... you... that is... if I'm not mistaken, that is..."
Arushiman clenched his teeth hard. Even after exhausting all his strength, he still did not dare utter that forbidden word. Hell—or rather, the Netherworld. For the grand elder of the Celestial Sprite Clan, this terrifying existence had