C429 Heavenly Astral Sword Arts

Feng Zhentian stood encircled by thirty-six treasured swords, his eyes betraying a deep concentration. He could sense the sword formation growing incrementally stronger.

A soft glow radiated from the blades, as if the sword qi was conjuring names for their distinct forms.

Unmoved by the stillness of the swords, Feng Zhentian remained equally motionless