"The time has come; the ceremony to open Qing Peak begins!"
"Everyone, draw your swords!"
With no lengthy, bureaucratic speeches, the old Sword Cultivator shouted decisively.
As soon as his words fell.
Suddenly, dozens of Flying Swords appeared, soaring into the sky, led by Xia Daoyun's astonishing Horng.
The Sword Cultivators present were of the Seventh Realm and the Eighth Realm; their simultaneous sword-drawing was indeed a sight to behold.
In an instant, the skies above Qing Peak were filled with sharp Sword Qi, with colorful Flying Swords darting about like shooting stars.
A majestic sword momentum seeped through, stirring and shattering the white clouds, even invoking gusts of strong winds.
Where the rainbows swept through, bursts of sword cries echoed.
Upon seeing the formidable display stirred by the Flying Swords, Lu Qingshan's spirit surged, overwhelmed with awe.
