BOOM—WHOOOOOOOSH!
Three hundred Rank 5 Spirit-Iron Flying Swords diving simultaneously at three times the speed of sound tore three hundred parallel white vacuum trails through the dawn sky!
The sheer downward air pressure flattened the banners along the battlements of Sky-Border Pass and cracked the flagstones in the empty streets below.
Up on the northern ramparts, Frost-Moon Saintess Lin Qing couldn’t hold back another microsecond.
“NO!”
Burning a mouthful of her own Rank 5 Early essence blood to double her speed. Lin Qing kicked off the stone crenelation to hurl herself between the descending wall of three hundred swords and the tiny seven-year-old girl standing on the wooden footstool!
Five hundred feet away on his floating white-jade sedan chair. Holy Son Chu Tian stood up completely—ignoring the sharp pain in his spine—so he wouldn’t miss a single frame of Gu Changsheng’s new daughter being skewered by three hundred blades at once!
“Die! Die, you little ore-stealing slave!” Chu Tian shrieked with a twisted grin.
