As soon as Xingtian finished speaking, the surrounding gravel, trees, and buildings all crumbled into dust, which then formed countless blades in the air, baring their fangs and claws at the three generals before him.
The three generals were instantly dumbstruck.
"It's Houtu's Ten Thousand Things Kill!" Feng Hou shouted. "Nameless One has unleashed power that even Houtu herself couldn't control!"
Xingtian beckoned lightly, and millions of small blades shot toward the three of them like a plague of razor-sharp locusts.
A tremendous roar filled the heavens, like keen blades tearing through the sky.
The wind howled, like lightning flashing with thunder in its wake.
Before the blades arrived, their cutting aura struck first.
The overwhelming force blew against the three generals so fiercely that they could not open their eyes. In that single instant, tens of thousands of small blades flew right up to them.
After a series of explosive cracks, everything fell utterly silent.
The three generals did not dare open their eyes. All they could sense before them was darkness.
After a long while, Feng Hou slowly opened his eyes, then involuntarily sucked in a breath.
A sharp blade hovered less than a finger's breadth from every pressure point on his body.
The hundreds and thousands of remaining blades circled around him, watching his vital points like birds of prey.
He turned to look at the other generals. They were in the same predicament. Had Nameless One not held back, all three would have died, their cultivation extinguished.
Da Hong and Chang Xian opened their eyes in turn, only to recoil repeatedly in fright.
Perhaps this was the first time since they began cultivating that they had come so close to death.
"My apologies." Xingtian smiled faintly, and the sharp blades filling the sky turned back into