At this moment!
Eastern Lord unleashed every method at his disposal. His cultivation was plainly a level higher, forcibly condensing the sword intent of the seven flying swords into seven humanoid phantoms.
The seven sword intents took different forms. Among them was even the silhouette of a graceful woman.
Each carried an entirely different Dao conception, encompassing precisely the seven emotions: joy, anger, sorrow, delight, grief, fear, and shock.
One of them bore the posture of an emperor, its domineering aura soaring into the heavens. It was the manifestation of sword intent carrying boundless hatred.
Even more terrifying was this!
The seven sword-intent incarnations each possessed cultivation no weaker than Eastern Lord himself.
Even the Lesser Demon Saint's heart shook at the sight.
She had never imagined that this Holy Son of Bright Moon Mansion possessed such profound strength.
Within the same realm, he could summon seven sword-intent avatars equal in strength to himself at once.
What was more, these seven sword intents had all developed remarkable spirituality. They were no longer comparable to ordinary dead objects.
It was as though there were seven Eastern Lords.
The seven sword-intent incarnations blocked Li Qingshui, Sword Soul, and Lan Yu.
The figure wearing the bronze mask soared skyward alone, his gaze fixed upon the two portions of Separation-Fire Golden Nature.
The eyes exposed beneath the mask narrowed slightly.
The treasure was within reach!
On the other side, the flames around the Lesser Demon Saint suddenly surged. Her entire body transformed into a blazing inferno that could set the prairie ablaze.
The North Sea Demon Court would never permit the Golden Nature to fall into another's hands. She was about to stop Eastern Lord once more.
Yet at that very instant of drawn swords and bent bows, a sudden change arose!
Between heaven