"How could such a divine treasure be left gathering dust for a thousand years?"
"I can no longer bear being a watchdog."
"Indeed. Everything is merely a tool."
"For the past ten years, I have formed the sword dragon into an array and recorded sword arts in Heart Amber. Now I want to know what all this is for."
"We have always walked the same road." The dark-gold Play Mask glimmered eerily in the darkness. "You could not break open [Buried Star Tomb], so we forged a key using Kongtong; you were stopped by the Void Truth and Clear Reality Scripture, so we are using [Great Liang] to open this road."
Sword in hand, Ming Qitian soared skyward like a crane.
Shi Shaosheng and the others followed close behind. Vast Completion, Glaze, Yunyuan, Heavenly Gate-the masters of these four peaks all but represented Kongtong's greatest strength today, wielding its four most orthodox sword arts. In Shaolong Jianghu, every one of them was an immortal figure others could only gaze up at, never reach.
Yet within this mountain hollow where ten thousand swords roamed, the force of their four blades seemed so ordinary.
Looking down from above, Sima lowered his indifferent eyes and lightly raised his sword to point.
Behind him, the Mirror Dragon bore down like a collapsing mountain. After that single tilt, every sword shot forth like a startled swan. A mighty chorus of swords rang through the mountain hollow, and the dragon's head swept down through the howling wind.
It needed no particular target. The next instant, all five figures were swallowed by a silver-bright sea.
Everything abruptly fell silent.
Shi Shaosheng focused his eyes and pressed his lips together, fierce anger burning in his gaze. When the first sword came straight at him, he turned his wrist