Roar!
A dragon's roar rang out, resonant and clear. At the instant that the divine swords reached him, Yu Sheng took a step forward. His dark demonic light enveloped him, and Ye Futian and the image of a godlike demonic dragon appeared.
The swords tried to pierce through the light, and the strongest of the purple swords managed to touch Yu Sheng's forehead. But he stretched out his dark arms, and black dragon scales appeared all over them. It seemed as if they were no longer regular arms, but were instead dragon limbs. He reached out with his dragon scaled arms and grabbed the sword.
The was a clear snapping sound, and divine light burst out that tore through his scales. But he was still able to stop it. He tightened his grip, and suddenly the sword broke, becoming nothing more than dust.