"Dodge! Get out of the way! Defend!"
Lang Chengjin, who was hosting the banquet in the central courtyard square, reacted fastest. He was a Soul Saint elder and the sect master's younger brother.
He roared, and the soul power throughout his body surged like a raging river, instantly condensing into rings of azure light. They formed an indestructible shield that tightly enveloped the disciples beside him, like a mother bird sheltering her chicks.
At the same time, he activated his Martial Soul Avatar without hesitation, transforming into a Firmament Silver-Winged Wolf more than thirty meters long and over ten meters tall. The silver wings on his back snapped open.
His wings shone with dazzling silver light as he tore through the sky, leaving brilliant silver trails behind him. He soared into the clouds, attempting to intercept some of the sword light pouring down from every direction with his Martial Soul Avatar.
But how could Chen Hong's Ninth Soul Skill, "Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Origin: Deep Sea Vortex," be so easily blocked?
With a light thrust of Chen Hong's Sword Finger, sword light instantly wove across the sky. Over a thousand streaks intertwined and coiled around one another, forming an impenetrable sword net that tightly bound both Lang Chengjin's azure shield and his Firmament Silver-Winged Wolf form.
Immediately afterward, the sword net began to spin, transforming into a mighty sword qi tornado that swept everything nearby into its grasp.
"No!" Lang Chengjin cried out in despair, but his voice was soon drowned beneath the roar of tearing sword light.
A few breaths later, his body fell from the sky, barely clinging to life.
Chen Hong's strength was like a vast ocean, its depths unfathomable.
His sword light surged like the tide, each wave higher than the last, mercilessly scouring