In front of Pei Jinye surged countless sword shadows.
He reached out and cast them forth.
In an instant, it was as if he had transformed into ten thousand swords hurtling away.
The terrifying sound of the air being crushed exploded like an unending sequence of thunderclaps.
"Courting death!"
Just as Pei Jinye made his move, Murakami Hideyoshi let out a cold laugh and bellowed in fury.
The vitality that burst forth from his feet suddenly spiraled upward, surging to the space above his head, tearing apart the sea of clouds.
Breaking through the Gang Wind in front of him, he charged forward.
"Bang!"
The sword shadows cleaved at the top of Murakami Hideyoshi's head, releasing a horrifying scream like artillery shells exploding, a loud boom mixed with the sound of the air being continuously crushed and ascending.
"Crash!"
