"Ah???" Qian Yuan swept his gaze over them, and his pupils immediately contracted as he cried out in shock!
He saw that the dozen or so flying swords were all damaged. Some had their tips sliced off, some had been severed in the middle, and others were riddled with countless chips! Yet every flying sword shone with flowing radiance, as though light stored within could no longer be contained and had spilled out! It was obvious that these were flying swords nurtured by sword cultivators with their Primordial Spirits. That restrained radiance was precisely the sword cultivators' Primordial Spirits, which had not yet been erased!
The short cultivator naturally cried out in alarm as well. Though he and Qian Yuan had survived, they had fled from the sword cultivators' hands. Let alone confiscating ten flying swords—even producing a single one now would have been impossible!
How were they supposed to compare with Xiao Hua???
However, the short cultivator's eyes shifted slightly, and he sneered. "Picking up so many flying swords in the midst of a great battle is hardly difficult. Why should I compare flying swords with you? Could it be that all these sword cultivators were killed by you?"
"Why not?" Dui Ling grew anxious and was just about to speak when Ming Mou grabbed her and covered her mouth with a hand!
Xiao Hua paid them no heed. With a sweep of his hand, he collected the flying swords and said coldly, "I've already given you plenty of face! That was only for the sake of the dozen or so people from the Second Squad who died unjustly. If you utter one more word of nonsense, you won't merely be rolling out of here from now on! When that time comes, don't blame me for being ruthless!"
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