Swords, swords, swords, thousands upon thousands, they surged like a torrent, covering the sky and blanketing the earth in a wild bombardment!
Where did the swords come from?
Far off in the distance, amidst the torrential rain, a thousand men formed an array.
Clothed in white, purer than snow, they stood with a steely resolve, unbent and unbroken.
All were Sword Cultivators, with edges sharp and fearsome, shaking the very souls of others.
The heart of a sword wielder has to be clear and bright, donning white to show their flawlessness!
Indeed, they were the disciples from one of the Nine Courtyards, the Shushan Sword Academy.
The abilities of the thousands of Sword Academy disciples varied, with the strong ones having reached Foundation Establishment, comparable to True Men, and even the weakest had attained the fourth tier, Martial Path Condensing Spirit, not any less than a Mage.
But regardless of their respective levels of cultivation, it made no difference at the moment.
