Terrifying Sword Formation, Power of the Saint Martial

Sikong Jing's eyes nearly split apart as he trembled violently and growled, "Grandpa Su, there are many things..."

Before he could finish, Su Old Devil slowly raised his eyes and gently interrupted, "A-Jing, Willow Leaf Holy Manor is pursuing me. You should hide. They cannot be allowed to know that you are still alive."

As his words fell, he slowly extended a finger...

Clang, clang, clang...

The ringing of metal filled Sikong Jing's ears.

Then, swords actually condensed from the earth around him, drilling up out of the ground from thin air and sealing Sikong Jing inside. In the blink of an eye, they formed a sword prison.

"Grandpa Su, whatever it is, we can talk it out!"

Sikong Jing shouted anxiously, but no matter how he rammed against it, he could not break through the sword prison around him. Su Old Devil gave no further response.

Through the gaps between the swords, Sikong Jing could see that Little Su Mountain was changing as well. Just like what he saw around himself, swords condensed out of the earth one after another, rising and floating in midair.

In the blink of an eye, the entire Little Su Mountain was surrounded by those swords.

But it did not stop. More swords continued to condense from the ground, spreading farther and farther outward.

Before long, densely packed swords had risen over the entire Yunye City.

They did not harm anyone.

They merely floated above the heads of Yunye City's people, while continuing to spread unceasingly toward the outside of the city.

Outside Yunye City, more and more swords rose into the air...

Suddenly, Rumble, rumble, rumble!

Because there was no one left outside the city, enormous swords burst up from the earth.

Some were tall, some short; some broad, some narrow. They resembled