The Killing Blow

Ye Futian did not bother with the other party anymore. His aura of the great way merged into that stone platform above and perceived the sword will in it.

Leaping blades of light appeared in his perception as though they were omnipresent.

Buzz!

Instantly, countless blades of lights also surrounded Ye Futian's body, leaping and dancing. Many people looked toward Ye Futian and the blades of light behind him.

Sword chimes sounded as the swords flew around. Brilliant sword glints also shone atop the stone platform and resonated with Ye Futian.

The ninth sword was about to be created.

Everyone was in awe. The various mighty cultivators' expressions changed from ones of curiosity, envy, and jealousy to those of seriousness as they watched Ye Futian.

Did he really find it effortless to wield nine swords?

What was the gap between them and Ye Futian, and why did he have such extraordinary powers of comprehension?