"Chen Shan, you sure know how to boast shamelessly!"
He Changkong gave a disdainful smile. "Even if you have some skill, how could you possibly protect the disciples of two sects?"
"Of course I can."
Chen Changming smiled faintly. Light flickered between his brows as sword light surged forth, one golden flying sword after another shooting out before finally circling overhead.
"One hundred and forty-four life-bound flying swords?"
After seeing the number of flying swords clearly, He Changkong himself was briefly dazed.
After all these years, Chen Shan's strength had actually risen to another level. The number of his life-bound flying swords had doubled!
"Good heavens, Chen Shan actually has so many flying swords!" Fan Feichen was overjoyed inwardly.
He had never expected his beloved disciple's talent in the sword path to be so formidable. Once they returned and Chen Shan cultivated the Mountain-Suppressing Sword Sect's techniques, his strength would become even greater!
The other sect masters, Su Qingwan included, were all plunged into immense shock.
Everyone understood clearly that Chen Shan had already possessed more than a hundred life-bound flying swords while still in the Nascent Soul Realm.
That was simply too terrifying.
In the entire hundred-thousand-year history of Great Jin's cultivation world, no one had ever possessed so many flying swords while in the Nascent Soul Realm!
Watching the shocked sect masters, Chen Changming smiled impassively. "I set up a massive sword formation to block the aftershocks of the battle, which is why the disciples of our two sects emerged safe and sound."
"Why did you only protect the disciples of two sects?"
Dugu Qiujian, sect master of the Eight Wonders Sect, said irritably, "Did you not know to protect the other righteous-path brethren as well?"
Chen Changming met him needle for needle, showing no courtesy at all.