C256 No Matter How I Thought about It I Felt That I Had Lost

As Zhong Wen's voice, cold as winter, echoed, the myriad golden sword lights behind him seemed to come alive. They soared and swirled, transforming into streaks of golden brilliance that shot toward Sima Guang, who was suspended in midair, from every conceivable angle.

The thick swarm of golden sword lights blanketed the sky, leaving hardly any room to maneuver