The red figure streaked across the Arena like a blood-red bolt of lightning.
With every flicker, a fierce Sword Qi slashed toward Feng Yuan.
One, two, four, eight...
The Sword Qi grew ever more numerous and dense, like a vast net cast over heaven and earth, enveloping Feng Yuan within.
These Sword Qi were not unleashed at random, but followed a methodical pattern.
The angle, force, and timing of every strand of Sword Qi had been precisely calculated. They worked in concert and complemented one another, sealing off every possible avenue of retreat for Feng Yuan.
The cultivators watching were left dumbstruck.
Someone murmured, "This is... a sword formation?"
"No, it isn't a sword formation."
An elderly sword cultivator with snow-white hair shook his head, his eyes brimming with shock.
"This is a sword net—a pure, ultimate net of death woven from Sword Dao Law. This is not an array. This is the Sword Dao itself."
In the distance, Ye Lin stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze fixed tightly on the Arena.
Countless trails of red Sword Qi were reflected in his eyes.
A sword net.
A net of slaughter woven with Sword Dao Law as its threads and Sword Intent as its needle.
This move of Song Xue's gave him an entirely new understanding of how sword cultivators fought.
Ordinary sword cultivators pursued breaking ten thousand techniques with a single sword, condensing all their power into one strike in pursuit of ultimate destructive force.
But Song Xue was different.
Her Sword Dao was another extreme of Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin.
She split a single strand of Sword Intent into countless strands of Sword Qi. Every strand contained complete Sword Dao Law, yet they echoed and cooperated with one another, forming a single whole.
Such