C901 Divine Manifestation Separation(3)

Qin Xuan's hand mysteriously found itself clutching a blade that shimmered with a cold light. As he grappled with the odd sensation, figures began to materialize on the open ground...

One, two, three... ten... fifty... a hundred...

A throng of individuals wielding steel blades emerged, their numbers growing until Qin Xuan lost count.

They advanced on Qin Xuan, steel blades raised..