Jiang Xueyan's voice rang out. In the distant sky, boundless sword intent rapidly spread from the East Sea Sword Saint as its center, sweeping in every direction.
In an instant, the flying swords in everyone's hands trembled violently under the influence of that sword intent.
The sudden change left everyone present stunned.
Before they could react, the blazing sun longsword strapped to Li Piaoyue's back, originally belonging to Xu Yang, suddenly left its sheath. It appeared in the air, transformed into a streak of sword light, and flew into the distance.
Immediately afterward, the flying sword behind Jiang Xueyan followed suit.
The two flying swords flying out were merely the beginning.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...
In a series of sharp sounds, every other flying sword carried by the group, so long as it was not stored inside a Storage Pouch, broke through the air and flew toward the East Sea Sword Saint.
The seawater began boiling once more. From the depths of the sea, countless flying swords that had sunk to the ocean floor at some unknown time, their spirituality long faded until they were nearly scrap iron, burst from the water at this moment.
In the blink of an eye, ten thousand swords filled the sky.
The flying swords varied greatly in quality, yet all gave off piercing sword cries. As if paying homage, they raced one after another toward the East Sea Sword Saint.
"This... his sword intent is so pure that it has made ten thousand swords submit?"
"What an East Sea Sword Saint! For the sake of proving his sword, he could even abandon his life... With such attainments in the Sword Dao, it was only natural!"
Su Shi'er quietly praised him.
Before him, the Dustless Sword was also trembling wildly. Like a moth drawn to flame,