"The Twelfth Sword!" The swordswomen of the Miao Mountain Sword Sect also revealed incredulous expressions.
Hao Ye had reached the Eighth Sword, and it already felt unstoppable and terrifying. If the power of each subsequent strike was to double, wouldn't Zhu Minglang, if he had the cultivation base of a sword cultivator, be absurdly powerful?
"Performing the Walking Sword Style is meaningless—it's no different from dancing with a sword," Zhu Minglang shook his head firmly, refusing to partake.
A collective sigh arose from the crowd.
It was clear that even the onlooking noblewomen were looking forward to the later moves of the Sword Meteor Sword Technique.
Hao Ye was also very troubled, chastising his own lack of insight for not being able to bring honor to his Sect Forest at such a critical moment.
"How about I do it?" At this moment, the melodious and delightful voice of Nan Lingsha rang out.
