The sword vault was alive with roaring sword qi.
The Sovereign of the Sword Tower commanded myriad swords, presiding over them with overwhelming might; Liu Ningxuan, man and sword as one, had a sharpness that could not be resisted.
Clang, clang—innumerable spirit swords struck against each other in an instant, a deafening cacophony that even formed waves of sound as an attack.
Just standing nearby to watch was life-threatening.
“Run!” Kun Qiu shouted, not bothering about his Chaos Yin-Yang Sword running off with someone else; he turned and fled.
If anyone dared stay in the sword vault now, they wouldn’t even know how they would die!
The other sword cultivators realized things had gone terribly wrong and fled in all directions.
The sword vault had become the battlefield of two supreme sword cultivators; it was no place for ordinary mortals.
Even those responsible for the tower could only stand aside, helpless.
Both sword cultivators were in incomplete states.