In Xie Changliu's hands, the Sunken Water Sword could project an inch of sword radiance. In Ji Feihua's hands, however, it became an entirely different sight. Raising the Sunken Water Sword, Ji Feihua charged fearlessly toward the towering wave of swordlight ahead. The instant his feet left the ground, his body spun like a top, the sword whirling with him. Its trailing light formed a massive spearhead before him. His movements stirred the surrounding wind and snow into a frenzied dance. From a distance, the blizzard formed a white tornado five feet across, its tip flashing with cold light like a rapidly spinning drill as it met the glittering wave of swords head-on.
Swordlight swept past in overlapping layers. Hundreds of Sword Palace disciples formed an indestructible wall of blades: in defense, impregnable as a fortress of gold; in attack, crushing all before it like rotten wood and withered grass.
The eyes of Sword Palace Master Qiu Xianguang brimmed with icy killing intent. To him, Ji Feihua was no different from a moth plunging into a flame, seeking his own death. Star Shift was the most powerful move in the Heavenly Sword Net Formation, and its strength lay in far more than this imposing spectacle!
"Turn!"
The great wave of swordlight twisted counterclockwise almost simultaneously, and an enormous vortex appeared within it.
The white tornado Ji Feihua had stirred up shot straight toward the center of the vortex. A powerful suction tried to drag him into its depths.
Ji Feihua remained unruffled. Wind and snow spun wildly around him, and the Sunken Water Sword had become one with his body. Only light and shadow remained before the onlookers' eyes. As that white silhouette entered the vortex, it rapidly expanded, while the sword's cutting radiance extended forward at an astonishing speed.