Chapter 567: Don't Slap A Smiling Face

"Draw your swords!"

Ning Mingyu pressed her index and middle fingers together against the center of her brows. In the next instant, a golden light shone from the mark on her forehead. As her fingers extended forward, the light dragged behind them, and dozens of flying swords—nurtured within her Spirit Platform Acupoint—shot out in a dense flurry. Like a torrential downpour, there were as many as thirty-six swords, each radiating the distinct aura of Third-Tier Top-Grade Magical Treasures!

What a remarkable display of wealth!

Ning Daoran's heart tightened. His own set of twenty-four Golden Silk Swords were also Third-Tier Top-Grade Magical Treasures, and a complete set of such magical items was exceedingly rare. Those swords, after all, were forged from Ten-Thousand-Year-Old Golden Silk Bamboo!