C431 Strange Formation Break

No sooner had the Great Elder's words faded than a faint smile graced Feng Zhentian's lips. Abruptly, the sword qi enveloping him vanished, and thirty-six treasured swords lunged towards him in unison.

Should these thirty-six swords strike him, Feng Zhentian would surely resemble a beehive.

Yet, when the swords were a mere centimeter from piercing Feng Zhentian, his gaze sharpened