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A mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of his organs surged into Chen Zhang's throat, but he forcibly swallowed it back down.
He flipped his wrist and, without pausing, flicked two Wuji Pills shimmering with radiant light out of his storage bracelet, Three Thousand Cloudwaters, and swallowed them.
Their immense medicinal power dissolved instantly. His depleted soul power replenished rapidly, like parched land meeting sweet rain. Though it could not restore him to his peak at once, it was enough to support his next move.
"Torso Bone soul skill-Sword Body Tribulation!"
A brilliant light flared in Chen Zhang's pupils. His low shout carried the cold sharpness of clashing swords, and a dragon's cry seemed to rise from his back. The Torso Bone extracted from the Dragon-Headed Sword Falcon's remains-the spinal "Sword Bone"-suddenly grew scorching hot.
Vast amounts of soul power and spiritual intent poured madly into it.
Hum!
Space trembled faintly. Four slightly illusory figures radiating chilling sword intent appeared soundlessly on either side of Chen Zhang's true body.
This was the Sword Bone's soul skill-condensing his own intent and soul power into sword clones.
The number of clones depended entirely on a Soul Master's accumulated understanding and mastery of swordsmanship, with twelve as the limit.
As a Control Type Soul Master, Chen Zhang had immersed himself in the Seven Foundational Sword Techniques for decades and mastered four of them.
Green Duckweed was graceful and nimble, like a breeze brushing willow branches; Green Lotus held annihilation within its unopened bud; Round Star traced perfectly rounded paths, endlessly renewing itself; Cloudwater flowed long and lingering, yet concealed towering waves.
Now, he drove these four utterly different sword intents to their limits, condensing them into