Ye Wushang held the fingers of both hands together in sword gestures, sweeping left and right along unfathomably intricate paths as he recited in a ringing voice:
"Across the boundless azure firmament, I stand as the peak!"
For this line, he employed a spell that carried his voice a thousand miles;
as his Azure Firmament True Essence surged, the merfolk lamps around the square all dimmed at once, as though cowed by his overwhelming presence.
"My sword stands in the heavens, ten thousand ages bow before it!"
As the second line left his lips, streaks of azure radiance suddenly rose around Ye Wushang like flood dragons emerging from the sea.
The rubble stirred up by his Sword Qi actually hung suspended in midair, as though supported by an invisible hand.
Following the direction of Ye Wushang's sword fingers, the rubble became three hundred and sixty-five meteors, racing around the square amid bursts of whistling air.
Everyone felt a fierce Sword Intent rush toward them, as though ten thousand sharp swords had been drawn at once, their killing aura oppressive.
Even some experts who had reached the realm of Golden Core True Person could not help secretly raising their guard and connecting with the Magic Treasures in their Seas of Qi;
they feared that the slightest carelessness would leave them wounded by this Sword Intent.
"Had Heaven not birthed my Azure Nether Sword-"
Before he finished the third line, the Azure Nether Sword behind Ye Wushang suddenly blazed with light, becoming the phantom of a thousand-foot sword that pierced straight into the clouds.
Ye Wushang stood upside down upon its hilt, his silver hair streaming like a banner in the Gang Wind, truly resembling a sword immortal descended to the mortal world.
Someone in the square shouted, "Bravo!" Then cheers surged