"Ah!"
Zhao Fu glared at the Ancient Sword Sect Master, letting out an enraged roar. Elder Wanlong had spoken with Zhao Fu earlier, and they had gotten along fairly well. Yet he had died because of this, filling Zhao Fu with extraordinary fury.
Boom!
A heaven-shaking aura erupted, whipping up a violent storm. At this moment, Zhao Fu had cast aside all reservations and unleashed the power of the Nation-Guarding Artifact.
The people around them recoiled in terror, their bodies retreating backward. This power was simply too formidable for them to endure, and the fierce storm had even blown some people away like grains of sand.
The heavens and earth began to change color. The light gradually dimmed, clouds and winds churned rapidly, and an immense aura enveloped the entire scene.
This was not an empire's Nation-Guarding Artifact, which made quite a few people breathe a sigh of relief. Otherwise, with the power of an empire's Nation-Guarding Artifact, it might have punched a hole through the heavens themselves. Everyone here would have had no chance of survival.
Clang, clang, clang...
Sword cries tore through the sky as Zhao Fu spread his hands. Twelve enormous Bronze Swords appeared before him, radiating dazzling cyan light and carrying killing intent so dense it had reached the extreme.
Boom!
Zhao Fu thrust both hands forward, and the twelve Bronze Swords shot toward the Ancient Sword Sect Master with terrifying power, seemingly twisting space itself.
Faced with the terrifying twelve Bronze Swords, the Ancient Sword Sect Master gave a disdainful cold laugh. He reached out and grabbed a sword shining with treasured light.
Boom!
The Ancient Sword Sect Master slashed with all his strength. A massive white crescent ripped through the sky, carrying astonishing power as it sent the twelve incoming Bronze Swords flying away.