Sword Dance

Boom!

The formation activated.

Above the dome, dozens of dark bluish-green refined iron puppets suddenly sprang into action!

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The air was torn apart as dozens of puppets wove themselves into a massive net.

Yet Lu Zhen merely stood there quietly.

Rumble—

The vast inner landscape within him began to operate! A full twenty acupoints lit up in succession.

His terrifying vitality and blood erupted in an instant!

Clang!

A clear sword cry rang throughout the arena.

In Lu Zhen's hand, the most ordinary academy-standard flying sword slid from its sheath.

With just a tug of his divine soul.

Taiyi Light-Splitting Sword!

Slash—slash—slash—

Dozens of sword phantoms, solid as substance, instantly split apart in midair.

But this time, it was entirely different.

Driven by Lu Zhen's terrifying foundation, his sword-control technique at the pinnacle of Profound Mastery caused this lower ninth-rank sword-control art to faintly reveal a trace of the subtle profundity of "using profundity to wield Intent."

"Go." Lu Zhen's thin lips parted slightly.

Whoosh!

The dozens of sword phantoms seemed to come alive.

The swords moved like wandering dragons!

Back in the lower realm of the Nine Provinces, Lu Zhen had deployed the Lesser Thousand Sword Formation countless times. That instinct for the sword path now fused perfectly with the exquisite cultivation art of the Great Wilderness.

It was too beautiful.

In midair, dozens of sword phantoms interwove and darted through the air, tracing mysterious yet graceful trajectories.

Like spring winds scattering blossoms across a thousand trees in one night, like fish and dragons dancing beneath the lanterns.

Yet beneath that breathtaking beauty lay a heart-chilling killing intent.

Bang!

A refined iron puppet came hurtling forward and had just reached within thirty feet of Lu Zhen.

A sword phantom drifted over at will, its tip striking