SHING—SHING—SHING!
Six hundred high-grade Spirit Swords—each one forged from dense Essence-Iron and soaked for ten years in the spiritual cold-springs of Mount Azure—shot into the sky above First Elder Jian Wuchen’s head.
Unlike the thin blades of the junior disciples, these six hundred swords belonged to the senior deacons, core guardians, and Rank 5 Early captains of the sect. Each blade was three inches wide, wrapped in crackling blue lightning and frost Qi.
As Jian Wuchen swung his five-foot Purple-Frost Spirit Sword in a wide circle, all six hundred blades locked into a spinning vortex around his purple blade!
WHOOOOOOSH—!
A terrifying Hundred-Foot Sword Tornado took shape in the sky!
The spinning funnel of six hundred razor-sharp blades tore the white clouds overhead to shreds and carved deep furrows into the dirt fifty yards below just from its wind pressure. Even the two thousand four hundred buried junior disciples down in the “turnip field” had to duck their chins into their collars as gusts of freezing sword-wind blew their hair straight back.
“Yes! It’s the First Elder’s Supreme Azure-Dragon Sword Tornado!”
