Beside Quinn, Annie had transformed back into her tiny Dragon-Sparrow form, hopping around excitedly—sometimes onto the palanquin canopy, sometimes onto Quinn's shoulder, then onto his head, and finally flapping her wings to land on Dragon-Qilin's big head, where she pecked at his crown in delight.
"What's got Annie so excited?"
Quinn shook his head and opened his palm. On the Celestial River, tens of thousands of Sword Pills floated like a matrix, suddenly colliding in pairs until all merged into one, which dropped into his hand.
He had just used the Sword Pill to wipe out the gods and demons under the Five Luminary Star Lords, relying on the countless sword-qi shot from within. It looked like a simple sword formation, but if one of Everpeace’s sword masters tried it, it would take an entire army trained in sword arts to pull it off!
In Everpeace, there’s an entire army dedicated to sword cultivation, equipped with Sword Pills or sword cases; once activated, tens of thousands of flying swords shoot at the enemy, cutting them down. The swords can form arrays when gathered, or unleash different sword moves when scattered.
Quinn wielded the Sword Pill himself, and every strand of sword-qi unleashed a different sword form—one man equaled an entire sword cultivator army!
Even in this era before sword Dao truly exists, Quinn’s accomplishments in sword arts rival the Village Chief and former Imperial Preceptor White Jasper—perhaps even surpassing them, second only to the Pioneer Emperor!
The gods and demons under the Five Luminary Star Lords had never seen sword arts like his—they could only die with regret, utterly outmatched.
"Bugs!" Annie pecked excitedly at Dragon-Qilin’s skull, her gaze locked on the Five Luminary Star Lords.
Dragon-Qilin’s head bled from her pecking, but he remained motionless, letting the blood run down his face. His willpower was astonishing. He thought, "I’ve long since gotten used to this. Still, these ancient gods aren’t bugs… but I’ve learned to accept that too…"