Inside the Sword Tomb, hundreds of millions of sword spirits went wild like raging dragons, their cold light intertwining into a giant net that blotted out the sky. Yang Jian's Heavenly Eye pierced through the sword curtain with silver light, illuminating the roots of the Mother Tree entwined around the tip of every single sword qi—the root system pulsed like blood vessels, pumping Yuanshi Immortal Light into the cores of the sword spirits! "That old scoundrel... he actually turned the Sword Tomb into a feeding ground!" Transforming into a silver-haired youth, the Xiaotian Hound swept forward with chains condensed from the Qing Qi of Kunlun, only to be severed by a flash of Slaughtering Immortal sword qi. With his left arm dripping with blood and retreating in a violent burst, the youth roared, "Master! Slash that cyan-veined root!"
Stepping on the Wind and Fire Wheels, Nezha charged into the sword rain as the Twenty-Four-Grade Lotus Platform burst into bloom. Wherever the lotus petals swept, the rampaging sword spirits froze in their tracks, but as the heart of the lotus touched the core of the Sword Tomb, a sudden transformation occurred—an illusory projection of Hongjun preaching the Dao rose from the sword qi. As his dust whisk swept through the air, the lotus platform was counter-controlled, and root-like barbs pierced straight into Nezha's shoulders! "Break... for your lord!" The Fire-Tip Spear pierced straight through his own chest, and the Spirit Pearl Origin mixed w…
Chapter 147