It seemed like there were more flying swords than there were falling snow.
Nonetheless, they instantly slowed down after the illusory ancient ape opened its right eye.
A ruthless look could be seen in the black-robed man's eyes for a split second, making him look somewhat mad. He bit the tip of his tongue, then he spat out his essence and blood before he shouted in a hoarse voice, "The Ultimate Sword Art!"
At the same time his voice echoed, numerous flying swords in the sky cried and flew up and down.
"Explode!" The black-robed man pointed at the sky and yelled. The threads of spiritual Qi that lingered on his hand broke off completely while the flying swords, which blotted out the sky, cracked bit by bit until they crumbled. A vast spiritual Qi swept the ground, causing the universe to roar.
Ou Yangming's face changed. He quickly backed away.
