"Senior Brother Zhong, please continue to make your move."
Ji Haoyuan gestured to Zhong Tianhao with a calm expression.
Zhong Tianhao took a deep breath.
Then he opened his mouth and spat out.
A flying sword, its whole body entwined with gusts of cyan wind, slashed towards Ji Haoyuan.
Swish! Swish! Swish!
The flying sword, still in mid-air, split into two, then four, then eight.
In the blink of an eye, eight identical flying swords, both in appearance and aura, shot towards Ji Haoyuan's vital points like his brow, dantian, neck, and chest.
As Zhong Tianhao infused more Magical Power.
The light on those eight flying swords grew increasingly radiant.
A terrifying intent of tearing and slicing filled the air, giving the onlookers a chilling illusion of being instantly divided.
"Could that be Senior Brother Zhong's third-grade high-quality Magical Treasure, the Duan Chen Sword?"
"Indeed, it is Senior Brother Zhong's Duan Chen Sword.
