"Fourth Soul Skill, River and Mountain Shatter, Monarch's Sword Slash!!!"
Murong Huai raised the Immortal Lord Nine-Arrival Sword high. Endless sword intent gathered around it, and golden liquid flowed along the blade as its sharpness blazed forth.
Then Murong Huai swung his sword at the Wind Dragon. In an instant, a colossal crescent slash rushed toward it. Everything in its path was ravaged by that sacred, biting sword intent.
The Wind Dragon saw it coming and swung its claw, launching an attack. The instant the two collided, a tremendous shockwave burst outward, snapping all the surrounding trees in half. Those nearby were uprooted and pulverized.
"Haha! You little brat, that's all you've got...? Hm?"
The Wind Dragon had only gotten halfway through its taunt when it suddenly sensed a strange energy enveloping the surroundings. Golden light appeared all around them. Looking closer, one could see that the beams of light were actually golden swords.
"Sword Domain Empty Realm, open!!!"
Murong Huai activated his domain, floating in the air with the Immortal Lord Nine-Arrival Sword in hand as he stared straight at the Wind Dragon.
"Heh. Wind Dragon, that was just a warm-up. I'm worlds apart from who I was three years ago. Let me show you what I've accomplished through three years of cultivation!!"
With that, Murong Huai slipped straight into space, and all the swords followed, vanishing into it one after another.
The Wind Dragon carefully watched its surroundings. Suddenly, the space before it rippled, and golden swords shot out, streaking toward it. The Wind Dragon wasn't the least bit afraid. A flash of cyan crossed its eyes, and a tremendous cyan hurricane blew every sword away.
The next moment, countless golden swords shot out around the Wind Dragon, aiming for its neck, eyes... its balls, its vital spots—in