Thirty-six Sword Pellets, wrapped in blue flames, shot out in a barrage.
At first, they charged at extreme speed, trailing afterimages as they streaked through the air at one hundred zhang per breath.
Once they stabilized, silver-white Geng Metal Sword Qi sprayed from the Sword Pellets. Crisscrossing in every direction, it resembled a net of covering fire, plowing through every angle and position within a range of several dozen zhang.
For a time, the Portable Space was filled with sharp, piercing whistles tearing through the air.
At this speed, Foundation Establishment cultivators could only see a string of blurry blue afterimages with the naked eye. They could only use their Spiritual Sense to predict the trajectory. If their reactions were even slightly slow, they simply would not have time to activate defensive spiritual artifacts.
Xu Changqing stroked his chin at the sight. "The power is great, but unfortunately, the Sword Pellets have to be fired out."
He could make do with it for now, but it would definitely need to be modified in the future.
The best method would be for the Sword Pellets and flying swords not to fly out at all, merely firing Sword Qi.
At once, he released the Metal Spiritual Power from his qi sea and beckoned toward the Sword Pellets ahead.
The next second, whooshing sounds rang out. All thirty-six Sword Pellets, especially the core Bone Sword Pellet, returned at tremendous speed and embedded themselves back into the Sword Nest amid a series of clicks.
He could even feel the lingering heat on them.
There were three spiraling air chambers within the gourd, representing three possible attacks.
Each attack consumed roughly one-tenth of his total Metal Spiritual Power.
Xu Changqing weighed it in his hand, sensing its heft as he pondered, "This thing is a