"River... of Sword Qi!!!"
As Ye Wufeng roared, blood streamed from all seven of his orifices.
What's more, his skin was bursting open all over his body, soaking his white robes in blood...
This was the final, desperate strike from the Northern Domain Sword God, one fueled by every last ounce of his strength and his very life.
CLANG! RUMBLE!!!
The swords moved, and the clang of metal against metal sounded like the crashing waves of a great river. The tumbling blades surged forth like a cascading torrent, carrying an unstoppable and endless momentum. They sought to overwhelm and obliterate Fang Shuwen, the 'stubborn rock' in their path.
Fang Shuwen said no more. A deep, resonant hum, like that of a great bell, emanated from his body.
A giant, translucent golden bell materialized, completely enveloping him.
The Twelve-Gate Golden Bell Shield!
DING!!!
