SHING! SHING! SHING! SHING!
Nine blinding beams of silver light shot out from behind Perfected Nine-Swords’ back and locked together in the night sky above the Imperial Palace.
Even with twenty percent of his liquid Foundation Qi sucked away by the streetlamp pipes, Perfected Nine-Swords was still a genuine Rank 5 Peak (Foundation Establishment Stage 9) powerhouse—an inner-sect elder of the Azure-Sword Sect who had spent two centuries honing the art of killing with flying swords!
As he pinched a sword-seal with his left hand, the nine three-foot spirit swords spun in a tight, high-speed circle thirty feet wide. Razor-sharp silver Sword Qi whistled through the air, forming a spinning Nine-Sword Silver Lotus that sliced the falling golden mist droplets into vacuum sparks!
Even from three hundred yards away on the Meridian Gate plaza, the wind pressure alone made the heavy steel plates of the Spirit-Tanks creak.
“Be careful, Lord Pei!”
On the flatcar behind the Command Tank, Daoist Rotten-Bone dropped low behind his cement mixer and yelled a warning. “Those nine swords are forged from Deep-Mine Star-Iron mixed with Hundred-Refined Cold Steel! When he spins them into the Nine-Sword Lotus, each blade carries ten thousand pounds of cutting force! Three years ago, when the northern barbarian king rebelled, Nine-Swords used that exact lotus to shave the top thirty feet off a granite mountain peak in five breaths!”
