"Stop!"
Someone roared, and everyone snapped back to their senses in a panic!
BOOM!
The first to act was a disciple of the Ghost Sword Clan. He was the closest to Ye Wushuang, and he flickered forward, his figure leaping through the void like a phantom.
CLANG, CLANG, CLANG!
As he moved, he drew the three longswords from his back in quick succession. The sword shadows overlapped, making their direction impossible to discern, leaving only a destructive Sword Momentum to bear down on his target.
Ye Wushuang, however, remained unmoved. With a single hand, he slapped outward. With a KENG, a heaven-shaking dragon's roar thundered through the Firmament. Runes flickered on his massive palm as it extended endlessly.
Since the ghost-like swords were elusive, he would simply use the most barbaric method: smash them all to pieces.
