Under the eyes of the gathered thousands...
Yang Tiansheng slapped the sword case at his side. It sprang open, and eight treasured swords soared skyward like white doves released from a cage. They circled Bright Summit several times before settling around him, blazing with fierce sword qi. Framing his tall, powerful figure, they made him look like a god of fire descended to earth, majestic and imposing!
"Your subordinate, Yang Tiansheng, asks the Cult Master for instruction!"
At the top of the steps, Yang Potian clapped his hands and laughed as his body slowly rose into the air. "What a Blazing Sword Master..."
The next instant, mighty Nine Suns true qi surged skyward like raging waves, becoming a brilliant bank of fiery clouds that stained the sky above the Sacred Fire Hall red.
Beside it, Yang Tiansheng, surrounded by eight streams of blazing sword qi, suddenly seemed as insignificant as a mantis raising its forelegs against a chariot...
"Take care, nephew... First move, Dragon-Seizing Hand!"
Laughing in midair, Yang Potian thrust a palm toward Yang Tiansheng from afar. His mighty Nine Suns true qi followed the movement, forming an enormous, savage hand engulfed in roaring flames. It slammed down upon Yang Tiansheng with the force of Mount Tai bearing down on his head.
Before the palm force arrived, its wind had already whipped sand and dust dozens of yards into the air. Yang Tiansheng's robes snapped in the gale, and the thousand-odd watching Bright Cult members were forced to retreat again and again.
Yang Tiansheng looked up, staring at the palm force that blotted out the sky and sun. Without expression, he stamped hard on the ground. The eight swords around him instantly soared with a violent shriek, merging above his head into an equally enormous, fiery-red sword. With an