Chapter 1492: A Four-Tael Spiritual Sword Moves a Thousand Catties, The Ten-Thousand-Jun Supreme Emperor Sword Breaks Through Defenses on Its Own

Swish!

The overwhelming ghostly energy receded like a retreating tide, morphing into whip-like tendrils, all retracting back into the body.

White hair turned black again, the nine tails shrunk back to his waist, and the three bloodlines on the forehead faded away.

Under the sword cries, Mei Siren, who had once been arrogantly peerless in his ghost beast form, now seemingly sheathed himself like a sharp sword, reverting to the unadorned Xu Xiaoshou.

At this moment, the ancient sword cultivators in and around Jade Capital City all tensed up simultaneously.

It's here...

Following suit, Ye Xiaotian held his breath and concentrated, comparing the present, simplified state of Xu Xiaoshou with the surrounding Sword Deities, especially Mei Siren, sensing a consensus:

Indeed, it has arrived...

The external flamboyance retreated, adopting the reserved demeanor characteristic of ancient sword cultivators.

"Hum—"