'No, the Sword Sect Disciples must have a more efficient way to find a Tier Three Flying Sword... This is too slow. There's not enough time.'
Bai Zichen stopped what he was doing. Behind him, over a hundred Sword Tombs had been dug up, all of them empty.
In all the introductions to the Sword Tomb Secret Realm, no one had ever mentioned a trick to finding a Tier Three Flying Sword on the second layer.
He quickly realized that this brute-force method of digging them up one by one wasn't going to work.
'Tier Four Flying Swords are sentient, so they can choose their own masters... but Tier Three Flying Swords aren't at that level. Unless...'
Bai Zichen's head snapped up. He felt a murderous Geng Metal aura erupt to the east, soaring into the sky.
CLANG! CLATTER! Countless broken weapons on the ground were blown aside, toppling like a field of wheat.
As if on cue, several more bursts of Sword Qi—some balanced and serene, others scorching hot—were unleashed.
