Witnessing this, Sima Rui's pupils contracted, and the color drained from his face in horror.
"Sword Array! You're Nie Wushuang!"
Many people could use a Sword Array—even his old rival, Li Chang'an. But only Nie Wushuang could control so many swords simultaneously.
"Damn you, Nie Wushuang! When did I ever offend you that you'd disguise yourself just to kill me?"
He frantically activated one Protective Treasure after another, transforming into a streak of light as he fled toward the Ancient Sect Ruins.
He lacked the courage to even consider engaging in Magical Combat with a figure like Nie Wushuang.
Now,
He could only pin his hopes on his Protective Treasures holding out long enough for him to reach the ruins and call for aid from his master and senior martial brother.
But the ruins were so far away—so far, in fact, that despair began to set in.
In the blink of an eye,
the terrifying Sword Array crashed down upon him.
BOOM!
