A gust of wind blew over, bringing with it a series of crisp tinkling sounds.
The sabers swayed in the wind, and the obscure and sharp blade pneuma left clear blade marks on the ground.
From the metallic luster on the ground, one could tell how hard the ground was. Even if a divine weapon or magic treasure slashed at it, it might not be able to leave a complete crack on it. From this, one could see how terrifying the sharpness of these sabers was.
Strangely, these sabers grew out of this ancient tree.
"Good heavens, since when can a saber grow out of a tree? Is this really a tree and not a magic treasure or spirit treasure that wasn't refined using a special technique? What kind of spiritual roots is this?"
