"Emperor Dawu!"
Upon seeing Chu Yuan return, Meng He's face changed dramatically, but he quickly regained his composure and sneered, "Even if you're back, what good will it do? Do you think you can break my Origin Magnetic Peak?"
Indeed, as long as he wasn't confronted by a Xuan God or an Emperor-Class Divine Artifact, his Origin Magnetic Peak was invincible and could only be suppressed.
"Your Majesty, this Origin Magnetic Peak is incredibly tough. I've been bombarding it day and night without any effect. It truly is a nuisance!" Ning Xiuchen said.
"No worries, I have a way."
With a wave of Chu Yuan's hand, thousands of Sound Thunder Swords floated in the air, sparking and roaring, weaving a vast storm.
"Sword Formation!"
Meng He's pupils contracted sharply: "Nine thousand nine hundred King-Class Divine Artifacts, and a hundred Emperor-Class Divine Artifacts. You actually have all these Divine Artifacts!"
