At this moment, even the sword puppets that had been demonstrating sword techniques according to the rules stopped. Like spectators, they silently watched Sword Demon perform.
The first set, the second set, the third set, the fourth set.
By the time the eighteenth set was finished.
The sword puppets fell silent.
They glanced at Sword Demon, then silently returned to their original positions, becoming stone statues once more.
At this moment, some kind of rules within their minds were clashing violently.
In the end, the rules settled.
Seeing this, Sword Demon put away the Black Sword and walked toward Ye Lin.
The two walked shoulder to shoulder toward the nine stone platforms in the distance.
Only upon drawing closer did Ye Lin see that the swords embedded in each stone platform came in entirely different styles.
They were arranged from left to right as follows.
The first sword was ice-blue throughout, its blade radiating waves of chilling air. The cold was so biting that Ye Lin did not dare approach too closely.
The second was crimson as blood, its blade wreathed in blazing flames. Terrifying heat rushed straight at them.
The third was earthy yellow and heavy, with a broad blade that looked like a mountain.
The fourth was azure and translucent, as though condensed from Kuang Feng itself, restrained and understated.
The fifth had purple lightning coiling around its blade, while peals of thunder circled the Long Sword, making it look incomparably dazzling.
The sixth had a pure white, holy blade that emitted a gentle radiance, as though it could purify all things.
The seventh had a blade as black as night. Light that shone upon it quietly vanished, as though it could devour light itself.
The eighth had a blade of gold and silver, and the space-time around