Sword Douluo stared at the Mountain God, who towered before him like a majestic mountain, and a deep solemnity crept into his eyes.
"Mountain God..."
"Are you merely boasting, or are you truly..."
Sword Douluo murmured.
He had indeed heard legends of gods.
"Then let me test you and see whether you have the strength to call yourself a god!"
With that, Sword Douluo shifted slightly, and the Seven Kill Sword in his hand suddenly blazed with cold light.
The sword's tip lightly touched the ground, and a torrent of Soul Power surged from his body, shooting straight into the heavens.
"Fifth Soul Skill-Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Origin!"
At his low shout, the sky seemed to tear open, and countless longswords condensed from pure Soul Power materialized out of thin air.
They circled and interwove in the air, finally converging into an unstoppable river of swords, bearing the momentum to destroy heaven and earth.
Sword Douluo casually swept his sleeve.
In an instant, countless Seven Kill Sword phantoms swept toward the towering Mountain God like a meteor shower, roaring forth in an endless, magnificent barrage.
The Mountain God lowered his eyes calmly, sparing the all-encompassing sword rain only a contemptuous sidelong glance without moving an inch.
In the blink of an eye, his skin seemed bathed in the golden radiance of the first dawn, turning a deep golden brown and gleaming with a cold, metallic sheen.
Those incomparably sharp blades, carrying the power to rend space, plunged fiercely into a body that looked soft but was actually indestructible.
Yet, as though they had struck an invisible barrier, they were all repelled by an indescribable force, scattering across the ground as their radiance dimmed.
The Mountain God remained standing, not even the hem of his clothes stirring. The strength