"Neither copper nor iron nor steel, it once lay hidden beneath Xumi Mountain. No need to forge it by reversing yin and yang—how could water and fire fail to hone its edge? Zhu Xian is sharp, Lu Xian brings ruin, Xian Xian sends red light blazing in every direction. Jue Xian transforms with endless wonder, staining the robes of Great Luo Immortals with blood!"
The four swords of Zhu, Lu, Xian, and Jue hung in the sky, weaving together a savage law of slaughter. Blood-red light stretched across the heavens, and pitch-black demonic qi stained every direction. Luo Hou stood grimly in black at the center of the Zhu Xian Sword Formation, his deep eyes fixed on the formidable enemies around him, utterly alone.
Lightly stroking the edges of the four Killing Swords before him, he said in an elegant murmur, "Which of you will come test my Zhu Xian Sword Formation? If you cannot break it, you will never be able to kill me."
He Heng gazed at this famed Primordial World's Number One Killing Array and said indifferently, "A mere formation cannot save your life. Let Heng show you what it means to follow Heaven and prosper, and defy Heaven and perish!"
"Oh? You presume to speak for Heaven?" Luo Hou glanced at him, a trace of mockery at the corner of his mouth.
He Heng replied coolly, "Not Heaven's will, but the Heavenly Dao!"
Luo Hou slowly raised his head, shrouded in boundless demonic qi. His voice was cold. "The Demon does not believe in Heaven."
"Heng is Heaven. With Heng standing here, you will believe, whether you want to or not!" An invisible pressure gradually spread from He Heng. His aura grew colder and loftier, less and less like that of a living being.
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