Inside the grotto, tens of thousands of swords stood like a forest, their cold gleams flashing in the quiet air. The spirit swords varied greatly in shape; some had slender blades, some boasted ornate hilts, and others possessed edges of peerless sharpness.
In an instant.
The entire mountain was thrown into turmoil by the sudden, violent surge of Ruan Wei's water-style spiritual qi.
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