The instant Wang Yu heard the sword chime, heat flooded his body, and his muscles began trembling involuntarily. Aside from that, however, nothing else unusual happened.
But the first sword chime had barely faded when a second rang out from behind the Black-Robed Youth's head.
This chime was no longer clear and crisp, but piercingly shrill. It stabbed into Wang Yu's ears like sharp needles, while every bone in his body began vibrating, giving off a series of crackling pops.
"Oh? You've even practiced a body-tempering art. That's quite rare. You seem only a step away from second-tier body tempering, too. Unfortunately, the first two of the Three Sword-Calling Chimes have passed, and neither revealed any sword body or sword bone. Now we'll see what the last chime brings." A trace of surprise crossed the Black-Robed Youth's face, and he promptly slapped the back of his head again.
Pop!
A phantom Black-and-Red Longsword appeared behind the Black-Robed Youth's head.
The sword phantom swayed once, releasing a long sword chime that sounded like a dragon's cry.
The instant Wang Yu heard it, his Dharma power surged, and the meridians throughout his body grew scorching hot. Those places already injured throbbed with stabbing pain.
Alarmed, Wang Yu hurriedly formed a hand seal and circulated the third layer of the Crimson Sun Great Art.
With a pop, white flames wreathed his body, forcibly suppressing the surging Dharma power within him.
"A pity. You have no sword meridian, either. Otherwise, upon hearing that last chime, the Dharma power in your meridians should have transformed into sword qi and shot out on its own. It seems you have no affinity with our Sword-Grinding Sect." A hint of regret appeared on the Black-Robed Youth's face, while the black sword phantom behind his head vanished in a