Figures appeared with both male and female genders, and their clothing varied.
Yet without exception, every single one of them gripped a flashing, frigid flying sword in hand.
The moment the figures appeared, they whirled around in unison, fixing their gazes on Su Shi'er.
Within their hollow eye sockets, not a shred of sentience remained; what filled them was only endless, fierce murderous intent.
The next instant.
Over a hundred figures unleashed their swords together.
Sword light filled the sky in crisscrossing webs, surging straight toward Su Shi'er from all directions.
Su Shi'er sat in place, his posture completely motionless.
Not until the sword light reached right before him did he slowly raise a hand.
"Miro Heaven Hand, Cloud-Sweeping!"
With a soft cry.
Ponderous true essence surged from his palm, condensing into a hundred-foot palm print.
The palm print did not directly collide with the sky-filling sword light.
Instead, under Su Shi'er's manipulation, it brushed lightly past the sword light like a gentle breeze sweeping across clouds.
Seemingly soft and gentle, that single palm strike caused the trajectories of all the sword light to deflect simultaneously the moment it swept past.
"Rumble..."
The next moment, roars echoed one after another.
The overwhelming sword light fell entirely upon the Immortal Realm Ruins flanking the moonlight path.
Sword Qi crisscrossed, and vast sections of ruins collapsed to the sound of shattering.
What seemed like a terrifying offensive was dissolved into nothingness by Su Shi'er in the blink of an eye.
Naturally, the over a hundred transparent figures in the arena did not vanish because of this.
Their attacks missing, their figures crossed paths and once again formed an esoteric sword formation.
Su Shi'er swept his peripheral vision across them quickly; within these figures, not a trace of soul aura was visible, clearly