My words have become law; I truly have no desire to display my divine power before others.

In an instant, the cave was filled with dazzling cold light, and sword energy soared into the sky!

The previously suffocating corpse evil energy was actually forced back and suppressed by this pure and murderous "metal and iron energy" formed by the convergence of thousands of sharp edges!

Ye Qingfeng stood at the center of this torrent of ten thousand swords, his green robe fluttering, his expression calm.

He did not exude a powerful aura.

But beneath this endless protective aura lies an unparalleled majesty that transcends all things and commands the armies of the world.

He slowly raised his right hand, gently pushing forward with his five fingers, a movement as elegant as opening a window to gaze at the moon.

"go."

Just a single word.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh—!!!!!"

A multitude of swords were unleashed!

It's no longer the single-point thrust of the past, but a real, overwhelming metal storm!

It is a tidal wave of sharpness that obliterates everything!

Thousands of cold lights tore through the air, emitting a deafening shriek.

Like a galaxy hanging upside down in the sky, or like billions of thunderbolts surging forth, it moved with an unstoppable and inescapable force.

It poured down towards the dark golden figure on the altar!

The Corpse King finally snapped out of his shock and the unprecedented threat of death that had overwhelmed him.

It let out a shriek mixed with fear and rage, and its dark golden light burst forth wildly, forming a solid and thick dark golden shield.

He even crossed his arms to protect his head and face, assuming the strongest defensive posture!

"Clang clang clang clang clang—!!!!"

The first wave of sword rain has already hit!

No longer a crisp single note, but a continuous, dense, and indistinguishable metallic clanging and explosion!

Like thousands of blacksmiths simultaneously forging the hardest iron anvil!

The sparks no longer flew, but formed a continuously burning, dazzling wall of light and flame, completely engulfing the figure of the Corpse King!

The dark gold protective shield fluctuated violently, its light flickering unpredictably!

The Corpse King roared, pushing his Corpse Fiend power to its limit, his dark gold body withstanding countless slashes and thrusts!

Its defense is indeed amazing. Ordinary iron swords and knives can only leave white marks when they strike it, or even break and chip.

But there were just too many of them! Too many!

Moreover, it is also enhanced by Ye Qingfeng's divine sword intent.

One sword can only leave a white mark, but what about ten swords?

What about a hundred swords?

What if a thousand swords struck the same spot at the same time?

Moreover, this torrent of ten thousand swords is not all made of ordinary iron!

Those ancient sword fragments originating from the general's tomb inherently possess extraordinary malevolent energy and superior materials.

With the enhancement of Ye Qingfeng's sword intent, it became even more incomparably sharp!

The steel swords carried by the guards of the Zhou family were forged repeatedly and were of excellent quality!

Like hard rocks in a torrent, they relentlessly hammered at the Corpse King's dark gold shield and body!

"Snap... Pfft!"

First, there was the protective shield, which withstood countless impacts, numbering in the thousands and tens of thousands.

Finally, it shattered under the strain, turning into countless dark golden specks of light and dissipating!

Immediately afterwards, dense dents and cracks began to appear on the dark golden keratin layer of the Corpse King's arms that were protecting his head and face!

Quantitative change leads to qualitative change!

"roar--!!!"

The Corpse King roared in pain and terror. It tried to swing its arms to block, to rush out, and to burrow underground to escape!

But from all directions, up and down, left and right, there was only cold light and sword shadows!

It was as if it had fallen into a purgatory swamp made of pure sharpness, making it difficult to move, and every movement had to endure hundreds or thousands of cuts and pierces!

"puff!"

A fine steel longsword belonging to a guard of the Zhou family was seen along the gap in the armor beneath its ribs.

Based on the shallow marks previously made by countless swords and blades, it finally pierced deeply by an inch!

Dark red blood, black in color and emitting hissing black smoke, gushed out!

This seems to be a signal!

"Puff puff puff puff—!!!"

More swords, following the wounds and along the broken parts of the armor, pierced into the Corpse King's body!

Calf, thigh, waist, abdomen, shoulders and back... in an instant.

The Corpse King's majestic, dark golden body was covered with dozens of swords of all kinds, like a hedgehog!

It struggled frantically, shattering and destroying countless weapons.

But more weapons followed one after another, fearlessly filling the gaps and continuing the attack!

Broken fragments of weapons danced in the air, yet were drawn together by an unseen force.

It transforms into a finer, more deadly storm of metal, slicing through every inch of its skin!

"No...it...can't..." The blood-gold flames in the Corpse King's eyes flickered wildly, filled with resentment and disbelief.

It couldn't understand how a mere human could evoke such power from heaven and earth.

Why can these thousands of ordinary iron pieces gather into such terrifying destructive power?

Ye Qingfeng stood quietly behind the torrent of ten thousand swords.

His gaze remained calm as he watched the Corpse King struggle and roar within the "Sword Prison," his figure gradually being engulfed by countless sharp blades.

It felt like watching a silent film whose ending was already predetermined.

Finally, after enduring countless impacts and cuts, the Corpse King's dark golden body, which was said to be indestructible, began to show signs of collapse.

Covered in wounds and blood, its movements grew increasingly sluggish, and its roars grew weaker and weaker.

Ye Qingfeng raised his hand again and gently gripped the thousands of floating swords that were still attacking.

"Return to the source".

The swords flying everywhere seemed to receive a final command, suddenly ceasing their indiscriminate attacks and pausing in unison.

The next moment, all the swords, whether intact or broken, whether ancient or made of ordinary iron, simultaneously changed direction.

All their "sharpness" was focused on one point—the Corpse King's neck, whose defenses had been weakened by countless attacks!

The myriad cold glints no longer dispersed.

Instead, it transformed into a spiral sword aura composed of countless sword shadows, condensed to the extreme and so dazzling that it was impossible to look directly at it!

Like a giant metal dragon composed of pure sharpness, it let out a clear and melodious dragon roar that resounded throughout the cave, and then it slammed down towards the Corpse King's neck!

This is the convergence of the will of countless swords, the ultimate qualitative change brought about by quantitative change, and the ultimate embodiment of the concept of "sharpness" in reality!

The Corpse King only had time to let out a short, desperate wail.

"laugh--!"

There was no earth-shattering noise, only a soft but incredibly clear sound, like a hot knife slicing through solidified butter.

The dazzling spiral sword energy pierced through the Corpse King's wounded neck without any hindrance.

Time seems to stand still at this moment.

The Corpse King's hideous head slowly separated from its dark gold body, which was riddled with sword marks, studded with broken weapons, and already in a terrible state.

The blood-gold flames on his head were completely extinguished, turning into a deathly gray, and his face was frozen with extreme fear and resentment.

The headless body swayed, then crashed to the ground like a collapsing mountain, smashing onto the blood-red altar and kicking up clouds of dust.

The dark golden luster around his body receded and vanished rapidly like a tide, and the various swords that were stuck in his body fell to the ground with a "clanging" sound.

The surging evil aura of corpses, having lost its core support, began to rapidly dissipate and vanish.

Inside the cave, only the echoes of swords falling to the ground and the crumbling altar and corpses that had lost their eerie glow remained.

The thousands of swords, having fulfilled their mission, hovered silently in the air, their tips lowered as if paying homage to the figure in green robes.

Chi Yangzi was completely dumbfounded, staring at the scene before him that exceeded the limits of his imagination.

Looking at Ye Qingfeng, who stood calmly amidst a sea of ​​swords, I felt my throat go dry and my heart pounding.

An indescribable sense of awe permeated my entire body like ice water.

This is no longer a supernatural power, this is... a manifestation that is close to the Tao!

It is the authority to control the swordsmanship of the world!

Ye Qingfeng acted as if he had simply done something perfectly ordinary.

His gaze swept over the underground cave that was beginning to purify itself and dissipate evil energy, and then he glanced at the thousands of swords floating in the air.

Especially the guard's sword from the Zhou family, gleaming with a deep blue light.

He raised his hand again and waved it gently in the air, as if brushing away dust from his sleeve.

"Everyone should return to their proper place."

As soon as he finished speaking, the thousands of swords emitted a submissive hum and then transformed into streaks of light.

Just as they had come, they followed the same route and sped back towards Black Mountain Town.

In the blink of an eye, they disappeared into the darkness at the entrance, and the cave returned to its dim state, with only a few torches crackling as they were lit.

But at that moment, a jade statue emerged from beneath the Corpse King and disappeared into the ground without a trace, like a drop of water falling into the sea, leaving no trace whatsoever.

No one noticed this scene.