On the drill grounds, a thousand swords faced blood shadows.
The hall was frighteningly quiet.
Everyone stared at those densely packed sword phantoms. Sword qi intertwined, shrouding the entire drill ground.
Among the Western Region contingent, Hui Chen's already pale face grew even paler.
The monks behind him looked even more grim. They had planned to wait until the Eastern Region group had exhausted themselves before finding an opportunity to strike.
But looking at this display...
A thousand swords hung in the air, their sword qi forming a domain of its own.
These Eastern Region people seemed far more troublesome than they had anticipated.
The Northern Frontier seats erupted into a commotion as well.
At the head seat, Ye Jing narrowed his eyes slightly.
Behind him, Yang Zhen leaned forward a little and lowered his voice. "Your Highness, Song Chi's Sword Dao..."
"I see it."
Third on the Eastern Region's Azure Profound Ranking, Hidden Edge Mountain's Latecoming Sword... he had underestimated him before.
The other cultivators in the hall grew solemn as well.
When Song Chi had said, "I am a mountain you cannot surmount," they had thought him far too arrogant. But now, he really did seem to have some ability.
Xiao Lin stood in the center of the drill ground, surrounded by sixty-four blood-shadow clones. Yet there was not a hint of retreat in his eyes. Instead, an almost crazed excitement burned within them.
Now this was an opponent!
Crossing half the continent to come here had been worth it!
Fight!
He stopped probing. All sixty-four Xiao Lins raised their sabers at once.
Some attacked head-on, some circled around the flanks, and some leaped into the air, slashing at Song Chi from every angle with all manner of cunning saber trajectories.
For a moment, saber light filled