The white-robed woman whispered, “You can’t come out before the fourth sword takes shape!”
She waved her hand and the lightning sword immediately collapsed. The old man backed up and created only 200 swords this time. He charged toward her with even more excitement in his eyes than before.
Right now, the last wave of swords arrived. A thunderous roar came out of the collection of swords and the fourth dragon took shape.
The white-robed woman’s eyes were calm as she moved her hand. The four golden dragons coiled around her. She pointed at one with her finger and it immediately collapsed, revealing a simple celestial sword.
This point with her finger caused the death aura to spread to her face. The two thousand years of celestial energy had almost all been used up. If it wasn’t for the fact that she needed a large amount of celestial energy to transfer Zhou Yi’s soul, she could have killed that old man with one finger.