Section 118

He only remembered that the last time the Sword Tomb had experienced such an anomaly was when the Old Ancestor was still alive.

Could it be...

Wu Jian turned his head sharply and looked at Li Chengping.

However, he saw that Li Chengping still had his eyes closed, his expression calm, like an ancient well without ripples.

But, if one looked closely, one would discover a faint, almost imperceptible Sword Intent slowly radiating from Li Chengping's body.

The Sword Intent was very faint.

So faint it was almost impossible to detect.

Yet, this extremely faint Sword Intent, like a spark that starts a prairie fire, instantly ignited the entire Sword Tomb.

"Zheng—!"

A clear, resonant sword hum echoed through the clouds, like a Dragon roaring in the Nine Heavens.

Above Wan Jian Mountain, a snow-white sword suddenly rose from the ground and shot into the sky.

On the sword body, cold light radiated, and the Sword Qi was menacing.

"It's the Xueji Sword!"

"The Xueji Sword has emerged!"

"Heavens! It's actually the Xueji Sword!"

The Wu Family swordsmen instantly erupted, each one flushed with excitement, as if they had been injected with adrenaline.

Chapter 96: Wu Family Ancestor? Consuming a Junior's Sword Intent for Immortal Ascension!

The Xueji Sword, one of the ten great famous swords of the Wu Family Sword Tomb, possessed peerless sharpness, cutting iron like mud.

It was a Sharp Weapon that countless swordsmen dreamed of.

Who would have thought that today it would be summoned into the world by Prince Xia!

However, this was only the beginning.

"Zheng—! Zheng—! Zheng—!"

One after another, sword hums echoed throughout the Sword Tomb.

Sword after famous sword, like bamboo shoots after a spring rain, broke through the ground one after another and hovered in the air.

Ink-colored, crimson, cyan, purple...

Sword lights of various colors intertwined, illuminating the dim Sword Tomb as if it were broad daylight.

In the blink of an eye, the sky above the Sword Tomb was filled with dense, countless sword shadows.

"This... this..."

Wu Jian was completely dumbfounded, his mouth wide open, his jaw nearly hitting the ground.

In all his years, this was the first time he had witnessed such a spectacular scene.

Ten thousand swords humming in unison!

Ten thousand swords emerging!

Just what kind of divine being is Prince Xia?!

"Weng—!"

Suddenly, an even louder sword hum shook the entire Sword Tomb.

It was as if a king had descended, and ten thousand swords were submitting.

All other sword hums paled in comparison at this moment.

All other sword lights dimmed at this moment.

A pitch-black, archaic, and unadorned iron sword slowly rose from the depths of Wan Jian Mountain.

On the iron sword, there was no light, no Sword Qi.

It looked plain and unremarkable, even a bit worn out.

Yet, this very plain iron sword exuded a heart-palpitating pressure.

It was as if it were the true Dominator of this Sword Tomb, the king of ten thousand swords!

"The xiongyi sword!"

"It's the xiongyi sword!"

Wu Jian's voice began to tremble, his face filled with fanaticism and worship.

The xiongyi sword, the guardian sword of the Wu Family Sword Tomb, a legendary peerless weapon.

It was said that this sword was used by the Wu Family Ancestor to slay a demon Dragon, and it contained infinite Divine Power.

It only existed in legends, and no one had ever seen it with their own eyes.

Who would have thought it would actually appear today!

And, it was summoned by Prince Xia!

This...

Wu Jian didn't know what to say.

Shock!

Apart from shock, it was just more shock!

Li Chengping slowly opened his eyes. His gaze was deep, like the starry sky, filled with mystery and unpredictability.

He looked up at the sky, watching the countless famous swords densely hovering in the air, the corners of his mouth slightly lifted, outlining a playful arc.

"Ten thousand swords humming in unison?"

"A bit interesting."

Li Chengping whispered, his mind stirring.

"Weng—!"

In an instant, a monstrous Sword Intent, like a volcanic eruption, surged out from within his body.

The Sword Intent was like a tide, sweeping in all directions.

Sword Qi crisscrossed, tearing through the Void Realm.

The entire Sword Tomb trembled and swayed under this terrifying Sword Intent.

"Zheng—! Zheng—! Zheng—!"

The sky full of sword shadows, as if having received some kind of summons, began to tremble violently.

The next moment.

"Xiu—! Xiu—! Xiu—!"

Countless famous swords, like arrows released from a bowstring, flew toward Li Chengping one after another.

Not an attack.

But... a pilgrimage!

Ten thousand swords bowed their heads, blades pointing downward, like subjects meeting their king, prostrating themselves before Li Chengping!

Ten thousand swords, all bowing in unison!

The scene was so spectacular that it was breathtaking and shocking!

Wu Jian was completely stunned by the scene before him, standing there like a clay statue, motionless.

He muttered to himself, incoherent, "A miracle... this is a miracle..."

He finally understood why the Old Ancestor had left that final testament before passing away.

The Wu Family Sword Tomb awaits the fated one.

It turned out that this fated one referred to Prince Xia!

Li Chengping was the true master of the Wu Family Sword Tomb!

And those Elders who had just questioned Li Chengping were now so frightened that their souls flew away and spirits scattered, their faces pale, their bodies trembling like chaff.

Just a moment ago, they were still mocking Prince Xia.

Now it seemed they were the real joke!

Li Chengping's strength had already exceeded their imagination and their understanding.

He was simply like a deity, invincible and untouchable!

Just at this moment.

"Weng—!"

The xiongyi sword, hovering above the ten thousand swords, emitted another clear hum.

The sword body shook, and it actually broke free from the surrounding ten thousand swords, flying alone toward Li Chengping.

Its speed was extremely fast, like a meteor chasing the moon, and it arrived instantly before Li Chengping.

It hovered in the air, its sword tip trembling slightly, its body humming softly, as if it were acting coquettishly, or perhaps fawning.

It was like a pet waiting for its master's favor, wagging its tail in supplication.

This scene left everyone dumbfounded, wide-eyed, and their worldviews shattered.

A peerless famous sword was actually taking the initiative to throw itself into his arms?

This... is this still a sword?