"What powerful sword Dao essence! Not only does it contain the quintessence of the Nine Palaces, but also an Annihilation that sends chills down one's spine, as though the netherworld itself has descended!" Amid the crowd, an elderly man stared in stunned disbelief and muttered under his breath.
"Is this man really only at the Nascent Soul Late Stage? How is that possible..." Someone else was equally incredulous, their mouth hanging open.
The enormous sword that cleaved down through the sky was formed entirely of black-and-white sword shapes. Yet it was like a hell falling from the heavens, seeking to suppress all living things. Its terrifying intent dragged more than thirty prodigies into its grasp, and its sword force was both fierce and swift—almost no one could evade it.
"Form the formation!" At that moment, Liu Wan, who carried eight treasured swords on his back, suddenly shouted in a deep voice. All the swords behind him flew from their sheaths and circled above his head, forming an Eight Trigrams Sword Formation. This was a true sword formation, each trigram a sword. The Dao essence of the Eight Trigrams manifested at its center, a wisp of brilliant white radiance shimmering with flowing light.
At the same time, the woman holding the slender red sword instantly raised it and swept it through the air, drawing an Eight Trigrams sword trail from nothingness. An octagonal mirror surface manifested before her as a shield, its Eight Trigrams Dao essence just as dense and profound.
The other prodigies also unleashed their respective divine abilities. All manner of powerful arts were hurled forth, and dozens of Spirit Treasures were activated. The entire ground seemed as though immortals had gathered there; multicolored arts illuminated the battlefield, while vast Dao essence surged into the sky, directly overwhelming the