"Keane, you bastard!"
Quinn Shepherd thrust his sword forward; instantly, all eight thousand swords surged as one, flying in a tidal wave toward Ben Coates. He snarled, "Ben Coates, you and I are mortal enemies!"
"Ben Coates? Why is he calling me Ben Coates?"
Ben Coates was momentarily stunned, but quickly recovered. He slapped his waist, where he too carried a Glutton Dragon Pouch. As it opened, a massive banner leapt out. He grabbed it, spun around, and shook the banner—countless locust gu burst forth, buzzing as they circled him before surging to meet Quinn's sword-rain.
The locust gu twisted midair, swarming onto Quinn's flying swords and biting down with crunching jaws—but couldn't make a dent.
Quinn had forged eight thousand swords, nearly exhausting the Holy Cult’s finest materials. Most were made of Mysterious-Gold Essence, but every single blade was crafted by Quinn himself, tempered with top-grade metals—even finer than those used for the swords of first-rank officials.
Although Quinn’s cultivation wasn’t high enough to raise the power of all eight thousand swords to the level of a first-rank official’s blade, in terms of sheer hardness, not one of his swords was inferior.
Quinn channeled his sword force, slashing at the locust gu. The clang of metal rang out, sparks flying everywhere—yet even his swords couldn’t harm these flying locusts. Startled, he thought, "This bastard has plenty of treasures!"
His own Glutton Dragon Pouch had been stolen from Loulan Golden Palace, and he’d looted countless treasures from there. But as Loulan Golden Palace’s Grand Venerable, Ben Coates ranked far above the Witch‑Venerable and had his own vault—one that Quinn hadn’t ransacked.
Ben’s arsenal was vast. These locust gu actually came from the Gu Hall of the Grand Fostering Heavenly Demon Sutra—a treasure refined through gu-crafting arts.
But when Ben drove the Dao Sword Third Chapter with his witchcraft, the locusts swarmed in clouds—five-colored, yet rolling with demonic energy. Poisonous vapors billowed, mixed with the uncanny aura of witchcraft and soul-venom. The locusts’ shrill screeches utterly ruined any trace of celestial rhythm.
Boom!
The power of Dao Sword Third Chapter erupted—swords and locusts collided, unleashing devastating force. Both men’s bodies shuddered violently, thrown backward to slam into the bridge wall, blood trickling from the corners of their mouths.
“Quinn Coates, your time’s up!”
Quinn’s body jolted, peeling off the wall. He raised both hands, suddenly bringing them together above his head. Pinky and ring finger bent, middle and index finger straight, thumb tucked in—a sword seal.
Worryless Sword shot into his grasp, point upward. Whoosh—eight thousand swords whistled through the air, swirling into a single giant blade, with Worryless Sword at the core. The mass spun and twisted, unleashing Drill Sword Form and Cleaving Sword Form at once.
Quinn slashed downward—shhhk!
The colossal sword roared down at Ben!
Ben laughed, “Cult Master Quinn, you’re handling so many swords—sure you’ve got enough qi for that?”
Ben swung the Ten-Thousand Locust Banner side to side, calling the locusts back. They stacked atop one another, forming a massive shield. Swords crashed into locusts, the sword forms shifting—countless blades spun in Winding Sword Form. The locusts were forged like steel, impervious to drills, but the winding blades slipped through the gaps, hunting for Ben behind the shield.