Under normal circumstances, only someone like Li Daoyan could command thousands of flying swords single-handedly.
Originally, with Xu Taiping's cultivation and swordsmanship, this would have been utterly impossible.
But after gripping the Silver Dragon Sword, Xu Taiping could clearly sense that he not only had an endless supply of divine soul power, but his divine soul perception had also grown far stronger in an instant.
The sensation was almost identical to when he had borrowed the Heaven-Questioning Bell's power on the Thirteenth Layer of the Mysterious Wasteland Tower, using his divine soul power to perceive what was happening within the domains of the Shangqing Realm's five Heavenly Emperors.
However, the Silver Dragon Sword's divine soul perception seemed to work only on Dragon Swords.
And precisely because of this.
Xu Taiping handled this borrowed power from the Silver Dragon Sword with ease.
Some of the problems the Silver Dragon Sword's sword spirit had privately worried about did not arise in Xu Taiping.
There was just one thing that matched the sword spirit's prediction almost exactly.
Boom!
The very next moment after Xu Taiping successfully took command of these thirteen hundred Dragon Swords, another explosive sound rang out in his mind, audible to him alone.
Immediately afterward, his ears began to buzz.
The long-absent sound of soul weeping began echoing through his consciousness, as though a swarm of bees were circling him.
At the same time, the pain unique to soul weeping began eating away at Xu Taiping's divine soul.
If the pain Xu Taiping had endured during the suspended-iron trial of the Seven Peaks Grand Competition had been one.
Then the agony he now endured while commanding thirteen hundred swords was a thousand.
In other words, the pain he was enduring now was a thousand times what it had been back