Li Qiye stood there calmly against the torrential downpour of swords, treating it like a drizzle.

“Clank!” The swords aimed at him in an orderly fashion, wishing to blow him into smithereens.

They were inches from him yet he still wore a smile on his face.

In this split second, he gently shot out something. The world quaked and space became crushed along with all of the swords.

They seemed fragile and collapsed into specks of dust, resulting in a rain of golden powders. One could hear their falling clatters.

“So strong!” The crowd gasped at the dominating sight...