Sikong Jing's demonic eyes remained utterly calm in the face of Shentu Cong's sudden desperate struggle...
He abruptly said in a cold voice, "Switch to the human-vein dantian!"
The moment his words fell...
The aura around Sikong Jing's entire body changed with startling suddenness, transforming into the aura of the Heaven-Soaring Imperial Bloodline, into the aura of the human-vein dantian.
Then Sikong Jing shouted again, "Heaven-Soaring Nine Swords, all of you—attack!"
In an instant, in his demonic form, he fiercely unleashed the Heaven-Soaring Nine Swords...
It left the desperately fighting Shentu Zong completely stunned. He had already adapted to Sikong Jing's beast-vein true qi; this sudden change made him feel incomparably, unbearably uncomfortable, filling him with a bewildered sense of helplessness.
And bewildered he should be. Streams of golden sword light all crashed down upon Shentu Zong.
One sword after another, transforming into the ever-changing Heaven-Soaring Sword Dao, bombarded Shentu Cong's body. Burning true qi was indeed terrifyingly powerful, but Sikong Jing's Heaven-Soaring Nine Swords seemed to slip through every crack.
Were the Heaven-Soaring Nine Swords powerful?
Of course they were. Otherwise, no one would say that no one had ever fully comprehended them in a thousand years.
This was not merely a change in true qi—it was also a change in sword dao, sword intent, and sword techniques, leaving Shentu Zong unable to cope for the moment.
After forcibly taking eight swords head-on, he was once again met by Ten Thousand Swords Shatter Space.
Tiny swords, one after another, crazily burrowed into Shentu Zong's body.
The tiny swords began tearing apart everything within Shentu Cong's body... his meridians, his flesh and blood. Though his Super Divine Martial power and burning true qi held them back, countless tiny swords continued crashing inside.
The space-shattering tiny swords were almost endless. Whenever