Deep silver divine light exploded from Old Xu Ying's eyes, his long hair, tied back, fluttering without a breeze; a powerful spiritual force connected with the Fierce Realm, ripping open a portal in the space behind him.
Approaching a thousand long swords sprung forth, pouring towards the overwhelmingly imposing Ji Fu.
"Impossible!" Ji Fu bellowed in disbelief. Initially, the Xu Clan's Swordplay Technique had been inherited from the Han Family's Weapon Mastery Technique, but the number of long swords in front of him even surpassed the notable Hundred-Weapon Usage of the Han family's history. This was too much for his lofty pride to bear.
"They're all fake!" A fierce Ji Fu flashes ruthless determination in his eyes, single-handedly wielding a halberd and launches it towards the pouring long swords.
