บท 922: True Strength

Ye Chen was now very familiar with this sword technique, and with a wave of his hand, other than top-notch spiritual swords, all others would submit.

As easy as it was for him to pull this off, to everyone else, it looked simply magical and unbelievable.

The experts stared at their hands and then at the swords on the ground with wide eyes.

What the f*ck was going on?

They gathered their true qi and reached out with their hands, trying to grab their swords. However, their swords would not respond to them, and even resisted them.

"It's useless."

Ye Chen's indifferent voice rang out.

"Also, I don't like people standing in my way. I really don't."

In the distance, Xiang Yingjie's smile froze when he saw this scene.

His heart was in turmoil.

What kind of technique was this? He could actually control other people's swords?

This was unheard of!