In his raging fury, the Shushan Sect ancestor commanded in a loud voice—set up the Sword Array!
The next second!
Clang~ Clang~~ Clang~~ Clang~~~!
The swords left their sheaths!
Amidst the clouds and rosy glow, all disciples of the Shushan Sect released their flying swords!
The sky filled with intersecting sword lights, like shooting stars dragging traces behind them.
Sword Qi that could sever ghosts and gods, that could slice through anything, was howling sharply and piercingly. A subtle oppressive force began to spread.
Everyone present quickly released their Mana to protect themselves, fearing they might be inadvertently harmed.
Huang Xiaolong sat unmoved.
Smiling, he let tens of thousands of Shushan disciples join forces to form the Sword Array. He appeared calm and composed, possessing an air of equanimity even as Mount Tai crumbled before him.
Without Huang Xiaolong's command, Nangong Hong dared not act rashly and remained kneeling.
