The swords exuded a chilling sword intent, swift and mighty to the extreme.
More frightening was the energy being released by these swords. It was steady and firm, like a mountain, or a mountain gate made from stone.
Mount Li had no mountain gate. Its swords served that purpose.
Tang Thirty-Six was not concerned about these swords hovering in the air. On the contrary, he found them very interesting.
He excitedly said to Chen Changsheng, "This is very similar to your sword style. Could it be that you were born so that you could come to Mount Li and learn the sword?"
Zhexiu was far more sensitive to danger than anyone else in their group, so he sensed that those swords could unleash a thunderous strike at any moment. He stepped forward and pulled Tang Thirty-Six behind him while his right hand gripped the hilt of his sword.
