In full view of everyone, the Thousand-Sword Burial Ground, which had been eerily calm just moments ago, now had a lone teenager standing dead center at its heart.
He took a small step forward, his foot landing on the ground.
That was his twentieth step.
Each step landed with purpose.
Suddenly, the sound of howling wind erupted.
The wind whipped up, tossing the teenager’s bangs across his forehead.
“What the heck? Why’s the wind so strong all of a sudden?” Harvey He blurted out, looking totally lost.
As soon as he finished speaking, he instinctively glanced around. The sight made his face go pale, and he couldn’t help but yell, “So much... so much sword qi!”
“How can there be this much of it?!”
“What even is all this?!”
Everyone else looked around, finally noticing that at some point, the air outside the wooden fence of the Thousand-Sword Burial Ground had condensed into thousands upon thousands of thick, invisible streams of sword qi.
Those strands of sword qi used to be faint, barely noticeable, but now they looked almost like transparent currents of water. When the wind blew, you could even see ripples shimmering across the sword bodies.
“Invisible sword qi! No way!”
Chief Sword Master Dai’s face twisted in shock.
The invisible sword qi multiplied, filling the sky and blotting out the sun. Each and every stream radiated a razor-sharp edge.
Nathan Lin dropped to the ground, too scared to move a muscle, his face frozen in terror.
Selina Zhu and the others just stood there, stunned, faces drained of color, so shaken they didn’t even dare to speak.
Sword Master Wang had wanted to draw his Southriver Sword from its scabbard, but the moment his hand touched the hilt, all courage to unsheath it vanished.
“Southriver Sword Sect, Thousand-Sword Burial Ground—don’t let me down.”
With the crushing pressure of the invisible sword qi, everyone could hear the teenager’s quiet murmur—a voice calm and faint, tinged with a hint of loneliness.