As soon as the middle-aged man's voice fell, within Qian Country, the swords in the hands of the many martial artists simultaneously emitted a contentious hum as if they were being called, each one, ordinary or precious, ready to unsheathe.
"Rise!" The middle-aged man let out a loud shout, and in his voice seemed to be the charm of the great Tao; instantly, tens of thousands of swords soared into the sky like a rain of blades, sweeping towards the ugly old man.
This took the martial artists of Qian Country by surprise; some tried to grab their swords but failed to hold them, and instead were injured by their own swords.
The sight of tens of thousands of swords attacking at once was truly terrifying, and any ordinary person witnessing this scene would be stunned with fear.
The ugly old man was caught between the vast Sword Intent falling from the middle-aged man above and tens of thousands of swords whistling towards him from below, a pincer attack that left him in extreme danger.