Clang...
The black sharp sword flew out of his hand.
That black sword was now stuck in the ground, right in front of him.
Tu Qianqiu stood still in shock.
His most proud Sword Dao was defeated, and so completely at that?
The sensation he felt just a moment ago, he couldn't describe.
But it was enough to terrify him, something he'd never forget.
Those invisible swords surrounded him from all directions, like a storm.
Each one seemed to be wielded by a supreme Sword Cultivator.
What is it like to be surrounded by a hundred Sword Cultivators of equal strength?
The most frightening thing was, these hundred supreme Sword Cultivators were perfectly coordinated.
The swords seemed to come in succession, but in reality, they were attacking all at once.
There was no chaos, only smooth motion, as if directed by an arm.
And if these hundred supreme Sword Cultivators came from one person... how terrifying that would be.
"I've lost, not unjustly." Tu Qianqiu realized.
