One could clearly see that hundreds of people in gray robes each held a Big Iron Sword, slashing towards Leng Xingyi. The dazzling Divine Light converged together, making even the Ancestral God stir.
However, it was merely a stir, far from posing any threat!
"All of you in this family are hailed as Sword Demons, but in my eyes, you are all pathetically weak!"
Leng Xingyi's words were chilling to the bone, a massive palm overshadowing Heaven and Earth, falling from the sky, enveloping all the hundreds of people in gray within it.
Despite the endless sword light slashing and the Vast Sea-like Divine Power Fluctuations rippling, not a single beam of Divine Light could break free.
"Is this the so-called Dugu Nine Swords?" Leng Xingyi's chilling voice continued, "Nothing more than this... in my eyes, it's too frail to withstand a single blow!"
