Brothers, swords are coming

“So, a sword can be used like this!”

Just like when he first saw Mr. Bai’s perfect version of the Creation Furnace Skill and became completely engrossed and lost in it.

This time, after receiving Mr. Bai’s guidance, Li Fan also became immersed in the infinite mysteries of Shattering Heaven Heart Sword, unable to extricate himself.

He didn't even say the polite words, “Thank you, Senior, for your guidance,” and was in a daze, not even knowing how he left the competition grounds.

After an unknown amount of time, it was the unified shouts of “Senior Brother” from the outside world that finally woke Li Fan from his Epiphany.

Li Fan followed everyone’s gaze and saw Situ Yao, who was swaying unsteadily and seemed not yet sober, being forcibly escorted into the arena by two Heavenly Sword Sect Disciples.

“Where’s the… where’s the wine?” Situ Yao hiccupped, ignoring Mr. Bai opposite him, and asked dazedly to his left and right.

“Situ, why bother feigning drunkenness?” Mr. Bai, however, was not annoyed; instead, he said with a faint smile.

Upon hearing this, Situ Yao could no longer pretend to be foolish. He lightly coughed, straightened his body, and looked at Mr. Bai.

A hint of helplessness appeared on his face: “Seriously, I originally wanted to save my face as the Heavenly Sword Sect’s Senior Brother. But with you pointing it out, it seems I have no choice but to fight.”

Situ Yao pulled out a wine gourd from somewhere and took a big gulp.

Then, his eyes narrowed slightly as he stared at Mr. Bai, scrutinizing him for a long time.

“Can’t beat him, can’t beat him,” he muttered softly.

Although Situ Yao’s words were quiet, they caused an uproar among the Cultivators watching. One must know that Situ Yao’s actual combat power could be said to be the strongest in the Heavenly Sword Sect. He hadn't seriously made a move in many years, and no one knew the limit of his strength.

But even such an absolute strongman of the Xuanhuang World, facing Mr. Bai, had already voluntarily admitted he was no match before the fight even began!

Given Situ Yao’s character, if he couldn't win, he simply couldn't; he disdained lying.

What was the identity of this seemingly ordinary man, and where did he come from?

For a moment, the gazes of everyone in the Heavenly Sword Sect, from top to bottom, converged on Mr. Bai, filled with surprise and uncertainty.

“Knowing it’s impossible, yet still doing it. Isn’t that your life motto, Situ?” Seeing Situ Yao’s reluctance to make a move, Mr. Bai instead encouraged him.

“That sword of yours has been hidden for a long time; it’s time to bring it out and test it.”

His tone was light, but to Situ Yao’s ears, it was like a clap of thunder.

A mysterious Aura suddenly surged from Situ Yao’s body. His eyes narrowed slightly as he stared at Mr. Bai, a hint of confusion flashing through them.

However, being a top-tier strongman, he quickly calmed the doubt and surprise in his heart.

“Since that’s the case, I’ll accept,” Situ Yao said with a serious tone.

Stepping forward, Situ Yao extended his right hand and looked around at the Heavenly Sword Sect Disciples watching the battle.

He said earnestly, “Junior Brothers, bring me your swords.”

At that instant, all the Cultivators throughout the Heavenly Sword Sect, no matter where they were, heard Situ Yao’s words.

They paused slightly, then without the slightest hesitation, threw their vital Flying Swords into the sky.

As the Senior Brother of the Heavenly Sword Sect, Situ Yao had always taken good care of every new Disciple, never putting on airs as a Senior master. When Disciples were in trouble, Senior Brother would always step forward. He even tended to favor his own over fairness.

Situ Yao had been the Senior Brother for an unknown number of years, and all the Disciples within the Sect, whether directly or indirectly, had received his kindness.

At this moment, how could there be any reason to refuse Senior Brother’s request to borrow their swords?

Thus, in an instant, tens of thousands of Flying Swords, mighty and grand, flew together into the sky.

Heading towards Situ Yao.

The combat power and cultivation of a Heavenly Sword Sect Disciple were almost entirely concentrated in their vital Flying Sword.

From Foundation Establishment onwards, they painstakingly and tirelessly forged their Flying Swords, enhancing their strength and lethality while gradually achieving a spiritual connection.

Therefore, at this moment, with Situ Yao’s single command, “Bring me your swords.”

It wasn’t just tens of thousands of Flying Swords that were mobilized.

But nearly half of the Heavenly Sword Sect’s combat power.

Tens of thousands of Sword Qi crisscrossed, emitting different brilliant lights. As Situ Yao flipped his hand into a pointing gesture, they whistled towards Mr. Bai, Situ Yao’s target, to strike.

Countless Flying Swords converged into one, seemingly forming a giant sword that spanned heaven and earth in the Void Realm.

It locked onto Mr. Bai from afar, arriving in an instant.

It seemed that in the next second, Mr. Bai would be pierced by ten thousand swords and die tragically on the spot.

However, there was not the slightest panic on Mr. Bai’s face.

He merely revealed a faint smile, then raised the Wooden Sword in his hand.

Facing the ten thousand swords.

Buzz…

A sword hum emanated from the Wooden Sword.

Time seemed to freeze in that instant.

Wherever the sword hum passed, the tens of thousands of Flying Swords first stopped their flight, pausing in mid-air.

Then, their sword bodies trembled violently, as if fiercely struggling against something.

Finally…

The first Flying Sword lost control and fell from the sky.

It plunged into the ground, its sword body swaying slightly.

Then came the second, and the third.

In an instant, tens of thousands of Flying Swords rained down from the sky like a downpour, landing on the earth.

Dense and numerous, they formed an incredibly dense Sword Tomb within a small area.

Before even touching a corner of Mr. Bai’s clothes, Situ Yao’s ultimate killing move, which he had nurtured for half his life, was broken.

At this moment, the Heavenly Sword Sect fell into a deathly silence.

The Wooden Sword in Mr. Bai’s hand emitted another sword hum.

Afterward, all the Disciples, including Li Fan, witnessed a scene they would never forget.

All the Flying Swords plunged into the ground now voluntarily bent their sword bodies towards Mr. Bai’s direction.

As if respectfully bowing to their Emperor.

Mr. Bai stood with the sword, his expression calm.

“You are…” At this moment, as if something finally dawned on him.

Situ Yao’s pupils contracted sharply, and he blurted out.

Mr. Bai smiled faintly and lightly waved the Wooden Sword again.

And so, tens of thousands of Flying Swords returned to their owners’ bodies.

“I came today with a request,” Mr. Bai, having resolved the conflict, casually tossed the Wooden Sword aside and said to Situ Yao with a smile.

“Please tell me,” Situ Yao’s tone was filled with respect.

Mr. Bai looked around but did not speak.

Situ Yao suddenly slapped his forehead: “Please follow me.”

Saying that, he led Mr. Bai to the main hall of the Heavenly Sword Sect.

Leaving behind the Cultivators who were still in shock and hadn't recovered.

“Is this the true strength of a strongman from the Ancient Cultivation World?” Li Fan was also astonished by the power of Situ Yao’s sword just now.

He vaguely felt that if that giant sword, which gathered the power of most of the Heavenly Sword Sect’s Cultivators, had successfully struck, it would have been enough to tear a hole in the Xuanhuang World.

Conversely, he was not particularly surprised by the fact that Mr. Bai had effortlessly dispelled the sword.