Looking at the distant earthen wall, Ye Xiaoyao's gaze narrowed involuntarily.
Embedded upright into the tall city walls were sharp swords of all kinds. Even the lowest grade among them was an intermediate-grade saint sword, while advanced-grade saint swords could be seen everywhere, alongside a few Emperor Swords.
What was more, every single blade continuously emanated a fierce Sword Intent, as if silently recounting their past glories.
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