He Heng coldly watched the Four Sword Slaves. The Longevity Sword suddenly left its sheath, and dazzling swordlight filled the space for several yards around him, brilliant and blinding.
It seemed to contain boundless vitality, clear and unending, without a trace of worldly clamor. From an inconceivable angle, it struck at all four Sword Slaves at once.
The Four Sword Slaves' usually composed faces suddenly changed. Beneath He Heng's brilliant sword strike, they felt a heart-pounding dread unlike anything they had ever known, as though they were facing their master.
They raised their swords together and thrust out the strike they had trained for ten years: the Fifteenth Life-Taking Sword!
This was a sword technique that did not belong to the mortal world. The moment it appeared, the winds and clouds changed, bringing an endless tide of blood and ruin as heaven and earth dimmed.
Cruel, destructive, terrifying!
That was He Heng's first impression of the strike.
Then his sword followed his heart. With a roar, his sword energy fell upon the Four Sword Slaves.
Thump!
A muffled sound rang out. The dazzling swordlight vanished, and the tide of blood and ruin faded with it. He Heng and the Four Sword Slaves stood revealed. The Longevity Sword had returned to its sheath, while the swords in the Four Sword Slaves' hands had been snapped in two.
The breaks in all four swords were smooth and even. Clearly, some sharp weapon had severed them in an instant.
The Four Sword Slaves stared blankly at their swords, then at one another, at a loss.
He Heng shook his head. "The Fifteenth Life-Taking Sword truly is extraordinary. It's a pity that even after ten years of practice, you've grasped only its outermost layer. What a pity."
He Heng sighed. The Fifteenth Life-Taking Sword