'I'm a Sword Emperor Powerhouse, for crying out loud! My rank might not be the highest, but it's more than enough to look down on anyone from the Mortal World! I've always been skeptical of this Ling Xiao's actual strength.'
'All these Cold Iron Swords... does he really think they can hurt me? It's all just for show!'
But that thought lasted only an instant. The moment after he swept his sword out with full confidence, he felt something was wrong. His palm strike, aimed at the giant cauldron, was like a clay ox sinking into the sea—it simply vanished without a sound!
Before he could react, it was already too late. The giant cauldron slammed down, pinning him and the nine hundred ninety-nine Cold Iron Short Swords beneath it. The ground trembled violently, kicking up a towering cloud of dust!
This startled the other Tier Four Sword Emperor, who had just been about to attack Ling Xiao. He roared, "Kid, where did you put him?"
