A peculiar ripple was suddenly spread across the entire Sword Prayer City. As if they were summoned to a location, every sword in the city began to vibrate and let out a sharp ringing sound.
"What's going on?"
"It seems like my blade is no longer under my control."
"Mine's the same too. I've been refining this fly-sword for decades now and I've always managed to wield it proficiently. Why am I losing control over it now?!"
At the Great Sword Tournament, the swords rang and echoed towards the sky.
Chu Kuangren had also felt a surge of ripple as well. More precisely, he had already sensed it moments before everyone did.
However, the feeling was much more intense now!
The Descendant Self Sword within the sword case was also trembling.
Chu Kuangren retrieved the Descendant Self Sword and caressed its blade gently with his finger. It took a while before the Sacred Sword finally settled down.
