"No, no, no, isn't this intensity way too weak?" shouted Gu Tao, pointing at Xin Chen. "Didn't you eat lunch? You seem like you're dying but not going out with a bang."
But Xin Chen was truly unable to move. He lay on the ground playing possum, his control limit being three thousand three hundred and twenty-seven swords. One more would lead to a collapse. However, Gu Tao clearly didn't think it was enough. This was far from the million sword plan. It wasn't even close enough to be considered a small fraction.
Beside him, Xiuling was dumbfounded. Controlling over three thousand swords with ease—what kind of talent...what kind of capability was this? She made a rough estimate; not to mention Jing Xin, who always considered himself a rival to Xin Chen, even three Jing Xins tied together with five of her wouldn't be able to achieve this.
But this astounding ability in Gu Tao's eyes was still described as looking like a dying man not quite dead...wasn't this demand a bit too harsh?
