Knowing how to modify something did not mean he could necessarily make it stronger.
It was the same principle as attempting to break through to a higher realm: success was not guaranteed, and there was even a chance of falling to a lower realm.
Still, given the Heavenly Dipper Eighteen Swords Art's heaven-rank quality, even if the changes merely added legs to a snake, Lin Jinyang had to admit that Chen Mu was outrageously talented.
How old was he, anyway?
His future held boundless promise!
One day, he would surely become the world-renowned Number One Cultivation Technique Creator.
Meanwhile, just as the great bird extended its sharp, darkly gleaming talons toward Chen Mu, Ye Qingcheng moved.
A cold gleam stabbed forth from her sword!
Boom, boom, boom...
Countless howling gusts instantly exploded in midair with astonishing force.
Lin Jinyang, Lin Wentian, and the others were forced to raise both hands and cover their ears.
They feared the sonic boom unleashed by Ye Qingcheng's sword would rupture their eardrums.
Yet what came next left Lin Jinyang and the others even more shocked, even more awestruck!
With a single strike from Ye Qingcheng, ten thousand sword lights, denser than raindrops, poured onto the great bird all at once.
In the blink of an eye, the hundred-thousand-year-old demon beast was pierced ten thousand times. Its flesh-and-blood body evaporated! Vanished!
Only clouds of bloody mist and flecks of shredded flesh fell from the sky.
At the sight, Lin Jinyang's mouth opened wide enough to easily fit his own fist.
Until now, he had been the only person who had mastered the Phantom Shadow Sword.
Lin Jinyang genuinely wanted to ask, Was that the Phantom Shadow Sword??
Compared with the Phantom Shadow Sword he had cultivated to full mastery, this was heaven against earth.
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