Chapter 330 – Old Swords and the Teenager (Part Two) (2/2)
The jade ruyi that held the Black Dragon’s spiritual soul was currently tied to his wrist, glistening as the rain washed over its surface. It grew brighter and brighter.
The jade ruyi was a magical artifact that the Tianhai Divine Empress carried by her side, so it possessed her powerful Qi.
Chen Changsheng’s perseverance and kindness, as well as this powerful Qi, were spread widely across the entire grassland through the sword intent and the Yellow Paper Umbrella like a signal. Although the exceptional, renowned swords were in a horrible condition, their sword intent still remained. They had seen countless experts with their masters, and they had seen and experienced an unimaginable amount of things. However, when they felt the powerful Qi from the jade ruyi, they were all startled to their core. Even if Zhou Dufu was still alive, the owner of this powerful Qi could still take them out of the Garden of Zhou. Why would they not oblige at this point?
As a result, they travelled through the rain and wind and arrived by Chen Changsheng’s side.
However, where exactly were these swords located previously? Just where was the Sword Pool?
The rain that pelted the old and renowned swords also ran down Nanke’s small face in rivulets.
Her face turned paler and paler and took on a snow-like hue akin to the temple sword. The flames in her eyes were slowly extinguished, but there still was no fear to be seen—her shock and anger were an interplay of her respect to the histories these swords represented and her disdain for Chen Changsheng. Moreover, the interaction between the two made her feel mortified, which led to a strong emotional response and nothing more.
Looking at the dozen or so swords that floated silently by Chen Changsheng in the rainy sky, she stayed silent for a while and then said, “You all were once the defeated by the Halving Blade. Perhaps you want to revolt today?”
The swords could not understand what she said and continued to float silently in the rain. Cold rain dripped from the miserable broken edge of the Demon Commander’s Banner Sword, falling onto the flat portion of the upper half of the Mountain Sea Sword. It did not respond to her.
Nanke raised the Soul Wood in her hand. The color of the Soul Wood after being wet by the rain took on a darker shade by the minute.
The monster tide surrounding the mausoleum had been growing restless for a long time already, and at this moment, in the aftermath of her action, it slipped further into its berserk state. Countless mournful cries from the monsters resounded, traveling up from the surface of the grassland into the the curtain of rain like a shockwave.
She did not want to do it like this, but Chen Changsheng and those swords forced her hand. At that moment, she could not care anymore, even if the Mausoleum of Zhou would be contaminated by countless inferior monsters.
The Soul Wood suddenly began to glow brightly.
With the countless, terrifying roars of anger, a veritable host of waves began to rise from the black ocean that comprised the monster tide. The grassland began to tremble, soon including the mausoleum. Droves of monsters began to launch their attacks.
Nanke looked at him and yelled, “Chen Changsheng, do you think that you can rely on some old, broken swords to survive?”
Chen Changsheng looked on at the endless monster sea surrounding the mausoleum and said nothing.
Not far behind him, Xu Yourong leaned on the main entrance of the mausoleum. She hugged the Tong Bow and was wrapped in sackcloth. Her eyes were closed, and it was unknown as to when she would wake up again.