"Clang!"
But almost at the very instant Small Boat was tossed into the air by the towering wave, a piercing sword cry suddenly erupted beneath Cloudfloat Bridge.
Then the waves beneath Cloudfloat Bridge abruptly surged from every direction, crashing toward Small Boat, carrying Xu Taiping and Liang Zhu.
The shimmering light within those waves transformed into hundreds upon thousands of sword shadows in an instant.
Although Liang Zhu trusted Xu Taiping deeply, when she truly faced this strike, a trace of fear still rose uncontrollably in her heart, and she thought:
Under normal circumstances, the other martial uncles and elders need considerable time to counter even a single strike within this Heavenlight Cloudshadow Sword Formation, but what Junior Martial Uncle Taiping faces now is practically the entire formation.
Can he really... do it?
Not only Liang Zhu-even Zhao Qian and the peak lords watching from the bridge were sweating on Xu Taiping's behalf.
Zhao Qian stared fixedly at the spirit mirror above the bridge and said with some concern:
"That boy Taiping is rushing things!"
Beside him, Peak Lord Meng Qingqiu likewise knitted her brows tightly and said:
"This Dragon-Slaying Sword, Jueyun, is a genuine immortal sword from ancient times, and with Cloudfloat gathering sword intent for it, no one would dare claim they could face the entire Cloudfloat Sword Formation alone."
Yet while the two were speaking, Xu Taiping had already held the Rusty Lion Sword horizontally before him in the Spectator Spirit Mirror.
One hand held the scabbard, the other the hilt, as he stared unblinkingly at the thousands of sword shadows hurtling toward him.
"Clang!..."
Then, accompanied by a sword cry, Xu Taiping drew his sword.
Just as everyone thought the battle to follow would be exceptionally fierce, a streak of sword light resembling the horizon abruptly