Inside the Thousand-Sword Burial Ground.
The four Elders had just arrived, but before they could even draw their Enlightenment Swords and form the Scarlet Lotus Sword Formation, they were already nailed to the ground by a storm of sword rain and crisscrossing sword qi.
Countless swords seemed to come alive.
Their blades stabbed straight through everyone’s robes, pinning them in place—unable to move, but not harming them in the slightest.
“Who the hell are you?!”
“Oh my god, is this some kind of ghost?!”
“Impossible, this can’t be happening!”
“Monster!”
In everyone’s eyes, the four Elders—usually high and mighty—were now terrified, faces full of panic, staring at the sword rain and sword qi, looking completely beaten.
None of them could even muster the slightest thought of resistance.
How do you even fight this?
The four of them together could form a Scarlet Lotus Sword Formation, but no matter how powerful it is, at the end of the day it's just four Enlightenment Swords.
But right now, look at the swords swirling in midair—there are way more than just four Enlightenment Swords!
They might not even get a chance to move before those swords pierce straight through their bodies.
Harvey He was so terrified he wet his pants and flopped down on the ground, pretending to be dead.
Selina Zhu, on the other hand, kept mustering her courage, wanting to steal another glance at the youth stepping through the air on swords.
Her heart was fluttering wildly, full of girlish admiration.
What does it mean to be a true hero?
Maybe it's someone who can ascend to the sky by walking on swords, and single-handedly suppress the four Elders and Chief Sword Master Dai of the Southriver Sword Sect—without even fighting!
From start to finish, every sword obeyed the commands of that youth. He looked just like a sword immortal descending from the clouds, his style unmatched, his aura crushing everyone present.