Gan Xuansu's eyes were covered. Though he could not see, he could sense the terrifying killing aura gathering before him.
His long blade had been struck by the Elixir Sword, slowing its momentum, but his left hand had already drawn his samurai sword. Yet halfway through the move, its edge was completely concealed again as it entered a scabbard.
Whose scabbard?
It was Lian Youming's scabbard.
Closer, closer still.
The sword swept through the air, about to cut down its formidable foe, when Gan Xuansu unexpectedly bared a savage expression and bent his right leg backward. A samurai sword flew in from afar, landing precisely in the crook of his knee, its blade extending horizontally.
It was not just one blade. Two more suddenly flew in, and Gan Xuansu caught them beneath his armpits.
Yet another blade hooked onto the ōdachi, spinning around it and deflecting the Gall-Illuminating Sword.
All these blades had been passed to him by the other Japanese martial artists around him.
For a moment, Gan Xuansu stood on one leg, but he now had four additional samurai swords on his body. Together with the weapons he already carried, he alone wielded six blades. The qi dynamics around him surged, his blade intent shook the heavens, and his murderous aura soared skyward.
Sensing the change in the surrounding qi dynamics, Lian Youming's face tightened. Before he could react, Gan Xuansu had twisted his waist into an exaggerated arc, seemingly gathering momentum. He dragged the long blade in his hand backward, trailing a streak of blood-red blade light through the wind and rain.
Then Gan Xuansu's entire body actually began spinning like a top. All the samurai swords he carried turned with his force, trailing layer upon layer of flashing blades and sword shadows, their killing aura boundless.