Lan Ting Sword Master was seething with rage, unable to maintain any semblance of composure on his face.
His expression was hideous, and his eyes were bloodshot.
With good reason for his fury.
The two hundred thousand swords of the Heavenly Pool were not only a symbol of their Sword Cleansing Pool but also the foundation of their existence.
Without these two hundred thousand swords, could they still call themselves the Sword Cleansing Pool?
......
One sword after another surged forth from the pool, forming a delicate arc in the sky, flying towards Lu Qingshan.
Like moths to a flame, Lu Qingshan was that beacon of fire.
The number of long swords kept increasing, circling Lu Qingshan, forming rings upon rings, like a towering forest of swords.
Sword Qi rustled.
"My lord, there are many people." At this moment, Qin Yitian's voice sounded in Lu Qingshan's ear.
Lu Qingshan slightly raised his eyes, his gaze penetrating through the gaps between the long swords.
