Demonic might surges, far beyond what Long Fei can currently match.
The Saint Martial Emperor Longsword in front of Long Fei shattering under the powerful White Bone Handprint burst into two pieces.
Fiery sword Qi, though the sword is broken.
Yet, the Saint Martial Emperor Sword remains unyielding, flashing a golden light and forming a weary phantom in the air, standing tall and wielding the broken sword, helping Long Fei withstand the immense pressure.
Lord Voldemort softly scoffs, "Is this just the extent of the skills left to the descendants of Emperor Yu?"
"Though I am dead, suppressing you is enough!"
The Saint Martial Emperor remains serene, raises his hand and commands, "Myriad Swords Return to Origin!"
A sudden frenzy arises in the cave, similar to a swarm of bees passing, buzzing deafeningly in the ears.
A multitude of Emperor Swords flash with rainbow light coming from the cave, ten thousand years of swords, over a hundred Emperors are buried here.
