With this sword strike, vast amounts of Mystic Fire Origin poured down like rivers, like an ocean crashing loose.
In an instant, they flooded the entire Bewitching Soul Mountain Range. The terrifying power of the flames contained Yang Chen's Dao, sending every one of these evil cultivators scrambling in terror to defend themselves.
"What kind of fire is this?"
"What terrifying flames!"
The group of evil cultivators was thrown into complete disarray by Yang Chen. He Zhixiang in particular felt his scalp go numb, wishing he could immediately tear Yang Chen into ten thousand pieces.
They had so many Dao Kings, so many peak Enlightenment Stage experts. How many years had they cultivated?
By all reason, taking down a mere Yang Chen should have been as easy as turning over a hand. Yet now, Yang Chen had beaten them into a frantic mess.
"Go," Yang Chen said, controlling the nine Swords of Scorching Sun.
Following Yang Chen's command, the nine Swords of Scorching Sun flew downward one after another. Clad in garments of Mystic Fire Origin granted by Yang Chen, they launched attacks and harassment against the evil cultivators.
From high in the sky, Yang Chen murmured, "If I used Mystic Fire Origin to temper these Swords of Scorching Sun, I could surely raise them to another level."
But there was no time to think about that now. Yang Chen turned and leaped away, escaping the Bewitching Soul Mountain Range.
Then, seeing that the timing was about right, Yang Chen whistled, and the nine Swords of Scorching Sun flew back toward him.
Meanwhile, the Bewitching Soul Mountain Range was completely absorbed into the Mountain River Destruction Map by Yang Chen.
When they looked again, Yang Chen had already fled to who knew where. Only his retreating figure remained, along with