Holy-Sword Doll

"Xie Qing King, if you do not know when to relent, then do not blame me for the actions I take." Holy-Sword Emperor's fear soured and became anger when he saw how cocky and boisterous the old spirit continued to be.

Holy-Sword Emperor raised his hands as he had before, and his ten fingers quickly became ten lethal swords. But it went above and beyond what Han Sen had previously endured. The ten split up into a hundred. The hundred split up into a thousand. The thousand then split up into ten thousand.

A ten thousand-strong army of swords departed the caster's hand, flew up high, and hung in the air. They cloaked the entire sky, making the world below look doomed.

Han Sen was shocked, seeing all those swords hovering above the lake with their pointy ends facing down. He grabbed ahold of Bao'er and readied himself to escape.

Xie Qing King was unfazed by this threat, though. The silver that coursed around and across his body burned brighter than ever.