With Yang Yan raising his hand, the swords held by the cultivators present emitted a faint hum.
Suddenly, each sword began to tremble, and every Sword Dao cultivator felt a weight on their bodies.
They sensed a pressure coming from their souls!
"Oh no, my sword..."
One cultivator tried to press down on his sword handle, attempting to stop the longsword in his hand from continuing its transformation!
Yet at the moment of contact, his expression suddenly changed, blood trickled from his mouth, and he went limp, falling to his knees.
The sword in his hand flew out and pierced the ground in front of him.
"My lifebound spirit sword retaliated, attacking me just because I tried to hold it down," this cultivator said weakly, his face ashen.
Next to him, another cultivator also spat blood.
But unlike the kneeling cultivator, he simply tried to restrain the sword in his hand.
Without even moving, he was retaliated against by his lifebound spirit sword.
"How can this be!"
