Sunlight continued to pour down, and the waterfall still roared.
But facing such a seemingly slow right punch, deep within Ethan Chen's heart, an unprecedented sense of danger surged forth—his heart pounded, his Inspiration trembled, as if standing before the majesty of heavenly judgment.
Irresistible.
Unblockable.
But as a Martial Lord, Ethan Chen instantly snapped back to his senses.
“Impudent!”
“You dare to oppress my mind and spirit just because your Inspiration is strong? Drifting Silk Sword: Nine-Sword Starfall!” Ethan Chen was thoroughly enraged—he was a Martial Lord, yet he was being intimidated by someone from the Martial General Realm?
He stepped out with movements like drifting clouds and mist, turning his body halfway and casually gathering scattered branches and leaves from the forest.
A massive amount of branches and leaves formed into giant swords!
Especially with the Solidified Core Internal Power of a Martial Lord, every gap between the branches and leaves was filled, transforming them into towering swords that stood upright in the air. Then, with his right fingers raised before his chest, Ethan controlled all nine swords to align into a neat row, gathering them before him.
Nine giant swords gathered into a hazy curtain of rain.
Clang!
These swords, as ethereal and picturesque as mist, radiated exquisite ribbons, like a gentle spring rain drizzling through the air, spreading their formidable presence.
Though they appeared enchanting and beautiful, they could slice through diamond.
The sword light was as soft as silk, yet could sever air and dust.
Swish, swish!
The nine swords intertwined, forming the very heart of a curtain between heaven and earth, drawing in the fragrant soil, which continually rose and fused into the swords, amplifying the ineffable might of the Drifting Silk Sword.
“This is the true Drifting Silk Sword!”
Ethan Chen stood proudly.
Even a lower-tier Martial Lord with deep reserves would have to avoid the edge of this sword art, unable to face it head-on.