All of Zhou Xuanji's swords came out, and he fought 100 Golden Immortals by himself.
The Sword Souls behind him continuously shot out, and every time they attacked, they would injure some enemies, causing shouts of pain to continuously sound out.
"So many swords!"
"Could these swords all have their own spirits?"
"Despicable, he's only a Fifth Revolution Golden Immortal, and yet he's able to block all of us."
"This is an incredibly great humiliation; we can't tolerate this!"
"Did you all not eat? Use all of your strength!"
The Golden Immortals defended against the swords, evil ghosts, and sword images as they blamed and cursed at each other.
Nangong Lie watched from above; how could they not panic?
They all unleashed their trump cards and vowed to kill Zhou Xuanji, but it was a pity that it was of no use.
