The depths of the great tomb.
Shadows flickered, and flames surged.
Two figures, brandishing swords radiating brilliance. A halo of sword energy encircling the body of one, ripping through the wind and the clouds with deadly impact. The other engendering a bloody whirlwind, the shrill hum of their sword forming a constant, terrifying chorus, all enveloped in a hot crimson wave, roaring and surging like a torrent breaching a dam.
Chen Jinghai.
Jun Fei.
These two Nine Sword Elders, possessing skills that could shake heaven and earth, were heavyweight figures across Wu Zhou. However, they were now making their full efforts, as if they were struggling against thin air. Their swords' energy poured from the sky, producing not a ripple.
