The surroundings began to tremble weakly under the domineering force brought about by the summoning of the nine shadow swords behind Xiao Ming. Each sword more than ten meters long formed a nine meter wide array that hummed with countless sword qi rays.
A brilliant flash of light passed through Xiao Ming's green eyes that were slowly turning darker till they became the usual pitch black it usually was at his normal state. He had a ferocious grin as the power of the swords although it was not completely circulated since about four swords of the entire nine were just still swords without spirits.
The blood red sword representing Xiao Ming's will remained at the center of the formation while the other eight revolved around the blood red sword. The golden sword condensed from the will of the gods shone the brightest with the sword hymns ringing like divine bells from the celestial realms.
