Everyone raised their eyes to look, only to see countless swords and blades formed from concentrated spiritual energy in the sky, shooting toward Fanwu like shooting stars chasing the moon. In the blink of an eye, the Fanwu Sword grew exponentially in size. Immediately afterward, a massive treasure sword standing dozens of zhang tall burst into everyone's field of vision like a divine weapon. The sword's body radiated a dazzling, brilliant light, as if condensing the purest spiritual essence between heaven and earth. Its majestic and vast aura made hearts flutter and stunned the onlookers to the core. All the spectators in Wutan City were struck dumbfounded at the sight, and for a moment, the entire scene fell into dead silence.
The Fanwu Spirit Sword continued to emit waves of bone-chilling pressure. This pressure seemed to drift leisurely from the ancient past, carrying the vicissitudes of time and a mysterious, unfathomable power, radiating a stifling and robust aura. Every trace of pressure felt tangible, crushing the surrounding air and making it suddenly difficult to breathe, as if the air itself had grown unimaginably heavy. Beneath this pressure, everyone on the battlefield involuntarily felt a deep sense of awe, and the space around the Fanwu Spirit Sword seemed to distort slightly from the sheer force.
Chen Yingjian's eyes burned like torches as he gripped the colossal sword tightly with both hands, swinging it down fiercely toward Qingqing. The giant sword posses…
Chapter 55