Chen Changsheng's chant was not particularly loud, yet the aura emanating from the four flying swords made Jun Lin and the others' hair stand on end.
Looking at the people before him, Chen Changsheng smiled. "My imperial weapon is composed of four flying swords."
"And I have named this Sword Formation the Immortal-Slaying Sword Formation."
"Which one of you little fellows will come up and try it first?"
Gazing at the smiling Chen Changsheng, Wang Zhigao took a deep breath and slowly let it out.
"Sir's abilities surpass all ages. To witness Sir's divine powers today is truly a blessing earned over three lifetimes."
"Zhigao is the oldest, so I naturally cannot yield such a good opportunity to anyone else!"
With that, Wang Zhigao unleashed an imperial weapon forged from the Nine Immortal Metals and charged forward.
Yet faced with Wang Zhigao's assault, Chen Changsheng merely shook his head and sighed. "If the Great Dao were not so merciless, I truly would not want to hurt you."
As his words fell, the Immortal-Slaying Sword Formation instantly engulfed Wang Zhigao.
Forty thousand years later.
Cough, cough, cough!
Mo Bai, now appearing as a middle-aged man, coughed twice.
After taking a sip of spiritual medicine to warm his lungs and viscera, Mo Bai continued writing with his brush.
"I was wondering why history books about the War of the Emperors had been circulating on the market lately. So you were the one writing them!"
A voice rang out. Mo Bai looked up to find Baleful Shadow standing in the study at some unknown moment.
Seeing Baleful Shadow's displeased expression, Mo Bai smiled. "History books bear witness to history. If the truth is drowned by time, it would be an immense loss to the people of the world."
Hearing Mo Bai's answer,