"Be destroyed!"
"Slaughtering thousands in one stroke, all of them warriors—after this, my poison mist will be at least twice as potent."
"My understanding of the poison mist domain will advance another step as well. Within half a year at most, I can master the first-rank poison mist domain. Then I will surely break through to the Saint Martial Realm."
Savage excitement twisted Zhou Likui's entire face. But just then, the hideous grin froze on his face, and he turned stiffly to look to his right.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...
Eighteen Treasure Swords transformed into eighteen rainbow streaks and flew straight toward Zhou Likui.
"Sword Flight Art?"
Zhou Likui raised his eyebrows, surprise flashing through his eyes. "There's actually a Sword Dao expert here who has mastered the Sword Flight Art."
When the ferryboat docked at the ferry crossing, Zhou Likui had already scanned it with his senses.
There were over a thousand people aboard.
More than ninety percent were Meridian Opening Realm warriors, with True Martial Realm experts making up the remaining ten percent.
There had been no one particularly remarkable.
Yet now, eighteen Treasure Swords had suddenly appeared.
With no time to think further, Zhou Likui stopped paying attention to the many True Martial Realm high-rank experts closing in to kill him. Instead, he snorted coldly and swept his right hand...
A mass of poison mist surged, forming a translucent green wall of poison mist before Zhou Likui.
Clang, clang, clang, clang...
The next instant, all eighteen Treasure Swords struck the green wall of poison mist.
A series of metallic clashes rang out, as though they had struck not poison mist, but an immensely sturdy city wall.
That was not all.
As the eighteen Treasure Swords struck the green wall, poison mist visibly spread over them, eating into them.