Swish, swish, swish! ...
The sharp sword in Thousand-Man Slayer's hand kept splitting. Sword after sword appeared, one becoming two, two becoming four, four becoming eight...
In the blink of an eye, dense ranks of swords covered more than half the Arena.
Everywhere one looked, there were swords!
Every sword held a Fourth-Tier Peak Sword-Killing Domain, its power terrifying.
The might of thousands upon thousands of swords gathered together as though it could destroy heaven and earth. The sky, already blotted out, darkened in an instant.
Boom!
It was as if a spring thunderclap had exploded among the crowd. Faces went pale, and everyone instinctively stepped back in unison.
Some even released their Domains and True Essence without meaning to.
At that moment, the many True Martial Warriors and Saint Martial Grandmasters below the Arena stared up at it in horror.
"So... so many swords! Thousand-Man Slayer is this terrifying?" Fang Lang sucked in a cold breath, his scalp prickling.
"Chirp, chirp." The Cloudwing Beast braced itself for battle, sensing immense danger.
Yet that was not all.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...
After the thousands of swords appeared, dozens, even hundreds, along the edges seemed to slip out of control. They flew toward the nearest True Martial Warriors of their own accord.
"What? Is Thousand-Man Slayer attacking us?"
"It's not Thousand-Man Slayer attacking us. He can't control those swords! This move is so powerful that even he can't control it."
"This is bad! Everyone, get back! No, ah!"
"I don't want to die! Save me, save me..."
The small area nearest the Arena came under attack from the mirrored swords. Though the people there had already mustered their True Essence and even their Domains to defend themselves, they could not withstand Fourth-Tier Peak Sword-Killing Domains.
Splurt, splurt...
A string of wet sounds