Eight thousand swords swept through the air effortlessly.
Following that, a cascade of crimson longswords shot forth in quick succession.
The sheer number of swords kept on growing!
In the blink of an eye, there were now 16,000 swords!
Soon after, the count reached 24,000 swords.
Zahran Cwele was left dumbfounded.
Lekan Yiga's eyes reflected fear. "Techniques, martial arts, talismans – he's seamlessly mastered the amalgamation of all three!"
Martial Arts.
Ancient martial arts.
Talismans!
Only by intertwining these three could such mastery be achieved!
Braydon Neal had already honed the Mount Sino Sword Art to the eighth level, wielding control over thousands of swords with his Qi.
However, Braydon's talent had long surpassed the limits of Hansworth's martial artists.
Was he truly only at the eighth level of the Mount Sino Sword Art?
Maybe not!
