While Young Master Wushuang was showing off, Lin Yun reached the minuscule stage of the Myriad Swords Unite at Remorse Cliff. The minuscule stage was above the manifestation stage. Thirteen figures flew out from Lin Yun around Remorse Cliff, perfectly drawing a circle.

Unlike in the past, the ten-odd different phenomena were fusing together. When Lin Yun drew his sword, his sword intent enveloped the entire Remorse Cliff. When he thrust his sword, it was like a powerful explosion, with the surrounding air shattering like a mirror into countless fragments.

“This move again.” Bai Xiao frowned outside Remorse Cliff. He had to admit that Ye Qingtian was a genius swordsman. He had been practicing the Myriad Swords Unite over the past few days and had made swift progress. Now, he could control his sword as he wished, making Bai Xiao feel a chill run down his spine.

“Dustless Palace.” When he heard the zither music,...