Hiss-
Yu Huatian's sword strike targeted Wu Ming. As the sword qi descended, Wu Ming's body trembled slightly, and he was sent flying more than a dozen zhang.
But he was not injured; only the blood and qi within him churned somewhat.
He was the strongest of the four, and Yu Huatian's sword techniques could not hurt him for the time being.
Before he could react, however, Yu Huatian's second strike arrived!
Hiss, hiss, hiss, hiss...
Yu Huatian's body all but became an afterimage as he unleashed eight streams of sword qi in an instant.
There was a slight pause as he launched the ninth strike.
But in the end, he still unleashed it!
Boom!
Nine Swords Stacked—the power of this stream of sword qi instantly multiplied. The void was visibly torn apart, a pitch-black rift opening within it as the surrounding space seethed incessantly.
Wu Ming's expression changed drastically, and the sense of danger in his heart instantly surged.
He could clearly sense that this strike could already injure him!
Whoosh-
At the critical moment, Wu Ming chose to trust his instincts. He turned and retreated explosively, trying to put distance between them to weaken the strike's power.
But how fast was that sword qi?
Before he could retreat a hundred meters, he was engulfed by it. A stabbing pain followed across the front of his body, as though countless streams of sword qi were slicing into him. Moreover, these streams carried different sword intents.
Life force, deathly stillness, slaughter, glory, destruction...
In an instant, one sword intent after another erupted simultaneously.
Finally-
"Boom!"
A tremendous crash rang out.
Wu Ming screamed and flew backward, coughing blood. Wounds covered his body, bleeding incessantly. Clearly, what he had felt just now had been no illusion.
The power of a single