No one wielded a sword, yet they soared into the air and appeared at the Myriad Swords Sect, attacking the demonic cultivators!
"What happened?"
No one would believe what they were seeing; were they... dreaming?
Not only did the unexpectedly appearing swords help them, but even the swords of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect disciples themselves did! Were these swords used to fight against the demonic cultivators?
Wu Hanyan was completely baffled by this bizarre situation.
What exactly is going on? Is this Old Man Xiao's secret method for repairing chains?
No! Didn't you see that Sect Leader Xiao himself had a blank expression?
But why did these swords suddenly become like this...?
However, it seemed that Sect Leader Xiao had finally figured something out. He suddenly threw his head back and laughed loudly, leaving everyone present stunned.
He picked up the stick from the ground with a sigh of relief and pointed it directly at Wu Hanyan. There was no other way; his sword had also started fighting on its own...
"You despicable demonic cultivators, today you will not be able to take anything from the Myriad Swords Sect, because you will all die here!"
With the addition of those swords, the disciples of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect gained the upper hand.
This caused the already disadvantaged demonic cultivators to crumble, fleeing in disarray. Even Wu Hanyan sensed something was wrong, completely unprepared for the situation to turn so one-sided. Although he didn't know what had happened, the cunning Wu Hanyan immediately fled the battlefield.
Those demonic cultivators were nothing more than pawns in his game; once they died, they were gone.
He skillfully fled towards the back mountain of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, which was the closest route away from the sect and was usually deserted, making it very safe.
But at this moment, on a large banyan tree in his usual route, sat a barefoot, red-haired woman swaying about.
The moment he appeared, the woman took out a high-grade spirit stone weighing several tons and threw it down. She had excellent aim and smashed a large crater in the spot where Wu Hanyan was standing.
Having narrowly escaped, Wu Hanyan glared angrily at the woman, but was momentarily stunned when he saw her graceful figure and stunning face.
His ingrained scumbag DNA kicked in, and he instantly transformed into a gentleman, raising his hands in a respectful bow: "I was just passing by; may I ask why you would resort to violence against me, young lady?"
“You… want to harm Ningning,” the woman tilted her head slightly like a bird to look at the man. She was not very fluent in her speech, but her eyes looked at him as if he were a tiny ant: “You all have to die.”
She gently raised her hand, and crimson flames suddenly appeared on Wu Hanyan's body. It was as if the pain of his soul being burned swept over him, and he was burned to ashes in a moment.
The woman glanced at it indifferently: "Boring... fake."
Inside the Demon Realm, Wu Hanyan, who was repairing the chain, suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.
Who was it? Who killed his clone?!
"Left Protector... Something terrible has happened! Something terrible has happened!!" A demonic cultivator rushed in in a panic to report, "All the people we sent to the Sword Tomb Secret Realm to retrieve the Demon Sword... are dead!"
They're all dead...
How is that possible? Those are more than a dozen Nascent Soul stage cultivators!
The Ten Thousand Swords Sect can only send two elders and one senior disciple to accompany the newly recruited disciples. How could those guys possibly deal with the people he sent?
What exactly happened inside the Sword Tomb?
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