Seeing the three enormous silver hands come hurtling toward him again, Xiao Yu snorted coldly, formed a seal with one hand, and pointed lightly at the river of swords.
The river immediately split into three streams of swords that charged head-on into the enormous silver hands.
Gold and silver light erupted at the points of collision, dyeing the surrounding sky in both colors. Glittering gold and brilliant silver shone with extraordinary splendor.
A dense barrage of thunderous explosions once again reverberated through the sky.
Although the river of swords had become much smaller after dividing into three, the thirty-six flying swords and their conjured sword phantoms remained immensely powerful. They slashed against the enormous silver hands in a stalemate, neither side able to overcome the other.
The scholar surnamed Zhong was not surprised that Xiao Yu had completely blocked his Immortal Seizing Hand. Had Xiao Yu been unable to withstand even this, he would never have earned such a formidable reputation, nor would the Heavenly South's other two Grand Cultivators have accepted him as their leader.
He brought his hands together before his chest, and a low incantation emerged from his mouth.
The surrounding water-attributed spiritual energy abruptly grew denser. Before long, specks of blue light appeared and swiftly gathered at a point before the scholar.
As they gathered, the blue specks rapidly swelled into balls of light, then narrowed and lengthened. In the blink of an eye, they formed a dense array of short blue swords, numbering several thousand.
The short swords were about a foot long, with blades but no hilts. Beneath the sunlight, rainbow-colored gleams could faintly be seen within their shimmering blue radiance.
The blue light along their edges was especially dazzling, making them look extraordinarily sharp.
Seeing the scholar unleash a water-attributed supernatural ability, Xiao