Li Yun slowly climbed out of the rubble. Blood showed at the corner of his mouth, and he wiped it away, his expression now completely serious.
Yuan Zhenhai stood several miles away, and he had not come through unscathed either. Several thin sword cuts crossed his robes, and a small wound ran across his cheek, with blood flowing from it. He touched the wound and then laughed.
"Hahaha! Excellent. It's been a long time since anyone at the same cultivation level managed to hurt me." He looked at Li Yun. "You truly deserve to have cleared the second floor."
Li Yun raised his sword, and the six thousand precious swords gathered behind him. He understood now that using the Myriad Sword Spirit Command Art in the ordinary way would not defeat Yuan Zhenhai, and that even five separate formations were not enough. So he would use the same method that had beaten the Old Fisherman. He would bring everything together.
