Fortunately, those Charming Shadows and the Ancient Swords of the Sword Tomb weren't coming for me.
There were already several hundred soul shadows on the Sword Spirit Dragon, each representing an ancient sword from years long past.
I saw the Charming Shadows clutching the Ancient Swords of the Sword Tomb battling fiercely with the soul shadows on the Sword Spirit Dragon. Under the shroud of mysterious fog, I felt like I had inadvertently wandered into an ancient battlefield thousands of years old, where the clashing of weapons created an unending cacophony.
Zhu Minglang noted that whether it was the Charming Shadows' ancient swords or the soul shadows' ancient swords, they all seemed to meld into their respective sword techniques as if controlled by the will of powerful Sword Masters.
Such a spectacle was indeed rare to witness. Zhu Minglang stood amid this entanglement of blades, his gaze sweeping over the bodies of the various ancient swords.
