Borrowing This Ten-Thousand-Mile Long Sword

Jian Unrivaled stopped what he was doing and stared blankly at the dense mass of swords above, falling into a daze.

Each of these longswords emitted a different aura. Countless swords formed an incomparably long sword formation, and at its center, a wooden sword floated silently at the very heart of it all.

No matter how high the quality of those longswords, they remained obediently beside the wooden sword, without the slightest attempt to overstep.

With so many swords gathered together, the aura they erupted with was utterly destructive.

"Come."

Ye Lin laughed heartily. Sword Dao Rules flowed around his body, and Evil Slayer shot out in an instant. The entire world was immediately blanketed by an incomparably dense concentration of Sword Dao Rules.

Put simply, with Ye Lin at the center, the area within a thousand meters had become a sacred ground for sword practice. Anyone practicing the sword here would see their efficiency increase a hundredfold.

At that moment, the disciples of Divine Sword City finally arrived. The instant they entered the thousand-meter radius, shock filled their faces, and they swiftly sat cross-legged on the ground to begin comprehending.

Gradually, more and more people gathered around. Some cultivators even fought fiercely over a single spot.

"Can you see clearly now? What is a sword? This is a sword. Can you see it clearly?"

Ye Lin looked down at Jian Unrivaled and shouted angrily. The reason he was doing this was to ignite Jian Unrivaled's potential.

His earlier deliberate humiliation and insults toward Jian Unrivaled had been meant to make him pick up the confidence he had once lost, to reclaim the dignity he had once cast aside.

And what he was doing now was to make him take a good look. He hoped that this time, Jian Unrivaled