"Are you kidding me?"

The martial arts masters present sensed that something was amiss.

They had planned it out perfectly: as long as everyone joined forces and worked together, even if the Master of Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion achieved his breakthrough, winning wouldn't be a big problem for them.

However, what that sword strike revealed silenced the group that had been full of confidence.

With just one sword strike, a simple sword strike, someone was made to cosplay as the strongest in the modern world.

They knew this guy who used the shield and iron mountain lean; he was a master of physical cultivation, with a strong body that was impervious to swords and spears.

No skill is required; pure numerical power is enough to crush the opponent.

"But the defense was completely ineffective; he was taken down with a single sword strike?"

"That's right, didn't you say you were going to kill me? My behavior just now wasn't part of your plan."

Interesting, very interesting indeed. A group of representatives from various major powers have gathered together, just to deal with me.

Now that I've emerged from seclusion, you're just standing here, not moving an inch?

"We're neither fighting nor retreating; let's just skip wasting time here."

An even sharper sword aura, accompanied by the killing intent emanating from the Master of Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion, enveloped the experts.

"Oh no, everyone retreat!"

They were killing as fast as they were killing, and they're retreating just as fast now.

Those who had sensed something was wrong earlier had already quietly taken a few steps back, shielding the others in front of them.

They couldn't help but gasp as they watched several of their colleagues being cut open or left with large and small wounds because they weren't fast enough.

"The Lord of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion is terrifying..."

"Still here marveling at how strong this guy is? This is not the time for us to run away."

He's already figured out who we are. If we don't want to be visited one by one later, let's take care of him now!

"Yes, this person is too dangerous and must not be allowed to live."

Having just gained a foothold, some of them chose to advance once again. In this battle, it was either win or die.

"call……"

The first wave of attacks was launched by eight masters renowned for their swordsmanship and spearmanship.

They didn't know each other before, but they managed to work together seamlessly at this moment.

Almost simultaneously, they surrounded the Wan Jian Pavilion Master who had just emerged from eight directions.

"Sizzle..."

Sparks and lightning streak along the way, blue electric light flashes, and anyone who touches it will be turned into a charred corpse.

This is the Thunderclap Spear, Lin Yi.

"call……"

The airflow swirls around the blade, imbuing it with a sharp power that can cut through iron like mud. Even without touching the blade, the airflow can slice the victim into pieces of sashimi.

Swift Wind Blade, Liu Ruoshui.

What's left? The Cold Light Spear, the Shadowless Blade…

Fellow experts, take the heart, head, left and right hands, kidneys, and other parts of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion Master as your targets.

Even if this guy manages to dodge one or two of the attacks, he will be overwhelmed by the remaining moves and die without a burial place.

Not far away, several storytellers watched intently, eager to record this tense and exciting battle.

The Master of Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion, the strongest in the path of swordsmanship, what is his method of dealing with this?

"Sizzle..."

Standing motionless, he flicked his right hand, drew his longsword, and unleashed a strike at the powerful figures around him.

The white sword energy flashed, leaving a trail of afterimages from the longsword. Even those present could barely make out the trajectory of the sword.