With a resounding echo, both sleeves flared, and the Sea of Swords buzzed with violence.
No longer confined to the nourishment of sword energy and sword cognition, over a hundred thousand swords simultaneously swept through the air, their points directed unmistakably at Bazhun'an.
"No way..."
Everyone across the five regions stared wide-eyed, in disbelief at the scene unfolding next.
The countless swords that blanketed the sky were indeed, quite literally, stabbing towards Bazhun'an.
It looked less like a convergence of swords and more like a thousand swords through the heart!
"Swish, swish, swish!"
Heaven and earth fell silent, leaving only the endless sound of spiritual swords slicing through the air.
A deceptive spectacle occurred; as the first sword pierced into Bazhun'an's body, no spray of blood emerged.
The sword was as if sheathed.
Bazhun'an was that sheath.
The spiritual sword, plunged into the chest, also disappeared inside.
"Hidden..."
