Zhao Wuji was trapped inside the Seven Treasure Sword Pagoda, and goosebumps immediately broke out all over his body.
A chill surged through his heart.
He looked up to see countless sword auras aimed straight at him.
The next moment, sword auras rained down like drops of rain.
"Holy crap!"
"Seventh Soul Skill: Martial Soul Avatar!"
He didn't dare let his guard down. He immediately activated his Martial Soul Avatar to protect himself, cursing under his breath.
"Damn it! These brats really aren't holding back at all!"
The sword auras struck his Martial Soul Avatar with a series of metallic clangs, and they showed no sign of stopping—in fact, they were only growing more numerous.
Zhao Wuji gritted his teeth.
"Third Soul Skill: Gravity Squeeze!"
He stomped hard, and the gravity centered on him instantly multiplied several times over. Even the air seemed to grow thick and viscous.
Normally, a gravity field this powerful would slow even physical attacks considerably.
But those sword auras acted as if they hadn't been affected at all, their force undiminished.
"How the hell am I supposed to fight this?"
The next moment, the ring of swords began to chime.
The sword auras gathered together, taking the shapes of blades whose tips glinted faintly with a cold light.
Zhao Wuji's heart gave a jolt.
Whoosh!
A sword aura pierced through his Martial Soul Avatar and slashed his shoulder, making him grimace in pain.
His eyes widened, and he immediately broke into a run.
Countless sword auras chased right on his heels, and every so often one would stab at his backside.
Seeing the sword auras closing in around him again, Zhao Wuji hurriedly shouted at the top of his lungs:
"Stop, stop, stop!"
"I give up! You passed, all of you passed!"
Outside, Ning Rongrong,