The entire courtyard was deathly silent.
A bead of sweat rolled down Bai Ziqing's forehead.
His hand was pressed against the hilt of his sword, and he had tried.
No matter how hard he struggled, he could not draw his own sword!
For a swordsman to not dare draw his sword when facing an enemy...
That was extremely dangerous for Bai Ziqing.
He stood behind Zeng Anmin, his eyes fixed firmly on the Daoist Sword Sect elder before them.
His lips were pressed tightly together, and his body trembled faintly.
Wuxin Daoist beside him was in an even worse state. Sweat had already soaked through his back.
His face was pale as well.
The air seemed to have turned viscous, and any movement consumed an enormous amount of his strength.
He could not move.
He could not even blink.
With tremendous effort, he tried to speak and make the Grand Elder stop.
But at this moment, he did not even have the strength to open his mouth.
"Buzz!!!"
The sky changed once more.
The sixty-four streaks of sword light became one hundred and twenty-eight in the blink of an eye, and they continued multiplying.
"Buzz!"
Two hundred and fifty-six swords.
"Buzz!"
Five hundred and twelve swords.
Buzz!
One thousand and twenty-four swords!
Every sword pointed downward, all aimed in the same direction.
That was... Zeng Anmin's direction.
"Boom!!"
The sky suddenly turned a ghastly white!
It was a bolt of lightning wrapped in thunder.
As the lightning faded, clouds like a crimson sunset drifted in, staining the entire sky blood-red.
The scarlet light spilled over every inch of land.
It made the old Daoist's face across from them look especially grim as he stared at Zeng Anmin.
"Join my Daoist Sword Sect, and I may spare your life."
In truth,