A prodigy with martial saint bone aptitude who had reached the limit-breaking eighth revolution, acknowledged by all of Divine Weapons Valley, was actually deigning to give them pointers. Naturally, everyone was more than willing!
Boom! Boom! Boom!
In an instant, martial wills of every kind and varying strengths erupted, bearing down on Chen Yu.
Faced with these attacks, Chen Yu did not unleash his martial will to defend himself. For one thing, there was no need.
For another, at his current realm, he no longer needed to unleash it deliberately. His every movement already merged with the power of heaven and earth!
This was a far more profound level than martial will alone.
"Lord Chen Yu, watch out!!!" Wu Qi, Wen Duan, and the others were utterly excited, holding nothing back.
They knew that with their strength, they could never injure the Red River Blade Demon, whom even the Beast Race's geniuses feared.
But even forcing Chen Yu back a single step, leaving a tear in his clothes, or merely making a faint mark on them would be enough to take pride in!
They could boast about that single feat in Divine Weapons Valley for a hundred years, even a thousand!
Blades, spears, swords, staves... hundreds of weapons of different kinds came hurtling toward him, trailing fierce gusts.
The top-tier spirit treasure, the Bloodsong Blade, was right at Chen Yu's side, but he showed no intention of drawing it.
He stood where he was, raised his hand slightly, and flicked his fingertips with effortless ease.
His movements were swift as a streak of light, yet each flick struck an incoming weapon with unerring precision.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Sounds like metal clashing rang out in a furious barrage.
In an instant, Wu Qi and the others felt an immense force